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Assertive

Rugby boyfriend!Eren x fem!reader

collage au, possessive but in an infatuated boyfriend type of way. Size differences are mentioned. No matter your size, Eren is bigger than you. (Note: going to be more active now that Aot is ending. Feel free to send requests ♡)

I don’t mind if you’re ignoring me, cuz I’m ignoring you. “ he watches you bounce around the room in your thin, white nightdress. 

You continue looking for your phone, ignoring him. There’s no way you haven’t searched every inch of his dorm room by now, so you finally look at him. He’s laying on the bed shirtless, hands behind his neck, looking at you innocently. That f’ckin bastard.

“Do you have my phone, Eren?”

He flashes his teeth, “ugh, baby, you have no idea how nice it is to hear your voice again. C’mere.” he pats his lap.

You sternly put your hand on top of your hip, arching it to the side, giving Eren the perfect view. “Do you have it or not?” He doesn’t even try to hide his smirk.

”Do I? I'm not sure. You should come over and look,” stretching his arms out in an inviting pose.

Earlier, Eren’s roommate, Floch, made a joke about how he can hear when you and Eren are having sex. When you told Eren, he rushed out of the room and ordered Floch to apologize. Completely scolding him like a dad. You felt embarrassed since you didn’t want his friends to think you can’t take a joke.

You know he’s just going to grab and pull you towards him, so instead, you start walking towards the door. Eren tenses immediately and rushes towards you,

‘’Hey, hey” he grabs your hand. ”where do you think you’re going?’’ he questions with furrowed eyebrows.

‘’To ask if the guys have they’ve seen it?’’ 

His eyes flash red for a second. To have his friends see the outline of your nipples through that thin fabric of your so called pajamas? He looks you up and down, nope, not happening. You should be wearing his t-shirts to bed anyway.

 ‘’Not like that, you’re not,’’ he gives you an ‘’end of discussion’’ look, but you huff and turn anyway. Not that you get far at all, he has you slung over his shoulders before you’ve even fully turned.

The con of having a rugby player as a boyfriend is that he throws you around a lot without so much as breaking a sweat. When you’re mad at him, he has this irritating habit of lifting you off the ground and cuddling you until you’ve cooled down. Claiming it “breaks his heart watching you walk away angry.”

He walks towards the bed, ignoring your fists punching at his back. “You’re such a brat sometimes.” He doesn't mind at all though, Eren has the patience of a saint when it comes to his girl, he enjoys being the one to set you straight.

He carefully lies you down on his bed, positions himself on top and grins, ‘’gotcha,’’ then smacks a kiss on your cheek. ‘’You’re annoying.” you pinch his ear in retaliation.

“Ow, hey, you know you’re stronger than you look.” he scratches his reddened ear. ‘’I'm being deadass, baby, you could go pro in armwrestling or some shit.’’ You burst out laughing over how dramatic he’s being and his eyes lit up from the sound. Your smile always captivates him.

Feeling yourself being stared at, you grin cheekily, unable to hide your smile “weirdo, stop staring,’’ brushing your fingers against his stubble. His eyes follow the movement of your hand and begin tracing the shape of your figure when all of a sudden he starts attacking you in tickles.

You’re both advancing on each other playfully, laughing hysterically. In an attempt to roll out of his reach, Eren quickly reacts by by grabbing your hands and pins them above your head. The laughter is quickly replaced with heavy pants as you stare at him naively, your chest rising up and down.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he lets go of his grip and rests his head on your chest, “you know, it doesn’t matter if you’re mad. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable staying here.’’ he gently admits, then lifts his head,

‘’plus, I’m the only one who has a say about you in bed.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Gross,’’ you push his chest, apparently amusing him by the look on his face. ‘‘but it’s fine, really. I just wanted to ignore the situation, but I guess he should learn that not everything needs to be said.’’ At this, he grins and takes ahold of your chin,

‘’that’s a good girl.’’

You ignore the heat rising in your face and smack his hand away when you suddenly remember, ‘’speaking off, where is my phone? You know I need to do my nightly routine check.’’

He knows. It’s the reason he slipped it under his pillow the moment you started throwing a fit. It’s nice having the most predictable girl on the planet. ‘’You can do it later, let a man enjoy his girl for a moment. You can be mad at me after.’’

‘’I'm not mad at you’’ you look genuinely offended, causing him to snicker. “Besides, I kinda liked the whole sexy, scolding dad thing you had going on. It was kinda turning me on,” you admit, looking straight into his eyes.

His hands on your hips stiffen instantly and his whole demeanor changes. “Don’t even joke, [name] I will put a baby in you right this second,” large hands grab your ass and starts grinding your body against his.  

You attempt to leave but he drags you right back, looking at you confused. Looking down, you purr, “I really need to do my routine check,” sticking out your lower lip for extra effect.

You love to rile him up and have him mock you for being greedy and bratty. His face gets closer to yours with his eyebrows all furrowed.

“Did you just pout at me?”

“Nuh uh,” you lie and tease your hand against his belt, Eren’s eyes follow your movements then trace back up to your face, where you’re innocently meeting his eyes.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and looks down at your hand playing against his bulge. ‘’You wanna get fucked?’’ he spits with disgust, or admiration. It’s hard to tell with him.

“Know you enjoy keeping me on edge, acting all innocent when we both know,” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes lingering just a second too long on your lips. Thoughts on ways to tame you running wild in his head.

‘’Telling me it turned you on when I was commanding,’’ he shakes his head as if disappointed.‘’It's good I’m here to keep you in line. A girl like you needs that.’’

You feel the imprint of him on your stomach as his hips press you down on the bed, leaving you no space to leave. You try your best to keep your voice steady. “Just wanna make you happy,’ you breathe out. He almost laughs. 

“You know what would make me happy?‘’ Eren stands and lifts you up with him.

‘’you with my cock in your mouth.” You almost go limp in his arms from how lewd he's being. 

Giving you an expectant look, he nudges your nose with his, “are you waiting for something? get to work.” he guides you down on your knees towards his crotch. The carnal look in his eyes makes you fumble a bit with his belt, but Eren is patient. Sometimes you suspect he enjoys seeing you nervous to perform for him.

Pressing a kiss on the tip, he returns his gratitude by patting your hair in a domineering act, “make me proud.’’ he smiles, in which you relish. Keeping eye contact, you swirl your tongue around his shaft before hollowing your cheeks and start working your way down. You can’t help but gag at his size, no matter how often you blow him. 

It’s been quiet for some time now and you’re growing impatient with the lack of praise. You decide to look up at him through the tears in your eyes and catch him smiling down at you. The scene feels so filthy you can’t help but slyly drag your fingers over your panties to relieve some of the pressure, secretly humping your hips against your hand to the sound of his pants. 

He just nearly cums in your mouth when he notices what you’re up to. Shamelessly playing with yourself, mouth filled with cock, you look straight out of Eren’s nastiest fantasies, it was perfect.

He bends down and pulls your hand out from under your nightdress, “Not yet, need you to be a good girl for me.’’ Then he does the hottest thing all night, he leans down to give it a kiss. You love him. He makes you feel like a princess getting fucked by her knight.

Feeling enthusiastic again, you eagerly reach for him to continue where you left off, but are stopped yet again. Whining, you wait for him any sort of command, just to do something, anything! but he looks so unaffected it’s making you wail even louder.

 “stop whining, you don’t deserve to suck my dick.” Despite the warning, you almost do it again but stop yourself when you notice the glare you’re given. “But I really needa feel you, Eren. It hurts down there.” you were so wet it felt like you were about to explode from the lack of release. 

He's only a man after all, even he has his limits when you wail pathetically about how wet your pussy is. Now he needs to have a look. He pulls you up by your torso, ‘’does sucking me off make you wet?’’ You nod and visibly see his ego lit up.  

A thin sheen of sweat connects your bodies as he effortlessly carries you over to his bed. You take advantage of your flexibility and spread your legs as far apart as you can once he lays you down, earning a groan out of him.

He doesn't hesitate a moment further to push his face in there and peek under your dress. “such a pretty cunt, princess. no idea how often I jerk off thinking about it, about this,” kissing through your soaked panties. Your hips jerk upwards at his erotic words, desperate for friction.

“Eren, please”

He pushes your panties to the side but keeps them on. It’s like he’s so needy for you he can’t be bothered to take off either of your clothes properly, but patient enough to check out every inch of you as if seeing you like this for the first time.

Eren’s broad body consumes your smaller frame as you lie beneath him. You love this feeling, him shielding your body from anyone and anything but himself. 

 His ring covered fingers play softly with your bud, observing your reactions before lining himself against you, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. The sight of Eren being almost abnormally endeavored by your pussy as he spits on his hand and pumps his cock, increases the heat pooling in your abdomen. 

You lie still, enjoying the sensation of him rubbing and tapping himself against you. His eyes are fixated entirely on your cunt and you enjoy every bit of the attention. Not to say you’re not curious about what goes on in his mind when he’s focused and quiet like this. Like your body is art and he is studying and memorizing every part of it.

Once satisfied, he pushes through the tight hindrance and sucks in a breathe, “oh, fuck.” and finally looks up at you. His heart stops a beat when he’s reminded of how beautiful you are. The urge to hide you away from anyone's eyes but his, hits him strong but he bites it back.

Time slows for a moment as you both take each other in through half lidded eyes, and for some reason, your vision has never been as clear. His fingers thread through yours as he leans in for a kiss. When he pulls away, your eyes are still closed. Eren grins and places one last kiss on your forehead before thrusting his way in. 

He’s fucking you with his hips, hard. Hands pressing down your pelvic, holding you still for him to ram into. The strap of your nightdress has slightly fallen down your shoulders, so he pushes the fabric that’s hiding you from him down further, and exposes your breasts. The moan he lets out from the sight is pure filth. 

‘’Touch yourself.’’ he demanded, pupils dilated. With glazed over eyes, you comply and start playing with yourself, twisting and grazing your nipples. The act drives him to lift your hips to reach deeper into you,’’really thought i’d let you walk out of my room looking like this.’’ he grows almost annoyed at the thought. 

Tenderly cupping his cheek, he almost flinches from how lovingly you’re looking at him, “You’re all I want, Eren.’’ and he almost melts. When you say things like that it makes him want to keep you to himself even more, resting his forehead against yours, he looks at you with almost a pained expression. ‘’that’s good, because i'm a selfish man.’’

 With your legs lifted around his waist and upper body sprawled on the bed, you’re essentially at his mercy as he connects your bodies in repeated thrusts. Again, again and again, the sound of him pushing into you echoes in the room. 

He fucks like a deprived man and speaks like a man in love. “Does it feel good, princess?’’ You nod with lovestruck eyes. ‘’Yeah? taking me so well. making me so proud.’’ The pressure feels too intense, about to snap.

He’s stretching you on his cock and looking straight into your eyes as he's doing it. Your body dissolves into pleasure as you writhe beneath him.

Your body starts squirming uncontrollably, causing him to grip your hips ever tighter, overpowering you in strength. You let out a loud sob and rake your nails on his back when your vision suddenly fades to black. He stares at you, astonished.

He raises an eyebrow, “did you just cum?” the thusting has stopped completely now but you felt his dick twitch inside you as he asked. “Tried to hold it in for you,” you stare back apologetically, eyes still sprinkled with lust. Best part is, he knows you didn’t. And you know it too. 

“Turn around,” he orders. You obey and slump towards the bed with your back against him, hiding your face in the pillows. “Don’t act all shy with me now, let’s see your face,” he leaves no room for discussion, so you slowly turn your head and face him. He looks so big staring down at you from your vulnerable position. “That’s a good, good girl.” 

Next thing you know, your cheeks are being spread and played with. Still high on ecstasy from the orgasm you just had, the energy to perform is nonexistent, so he does the job for you.

Huge hands angle your limp body upwards, then press down your back to create a beautiful arch, only for his eyes to admire. He sinks back inside and buries his cock in your warmth.

It’s hard maintaining eye contact with him when he’s like this, it feels so shameless, almost taboo, still, you can’t look away. He’s pounding into you, pulling your hips hard against him.

“This is what you’re making me do, looking at me like that. No one else will ever be able to see you like this,” he occupies his thumb by rubbing it over your clit. The contact is so delicate but rapid nonetheless.

You nod agreeably, barely able to register his words. “Are you close, Eren?’’

“Yeah,” his hands pressed down tightly on your lower abdomen, the scream you let out is almost inhumane. ‘’yes, yes.” you’re grinding back against him in heated motions, shockwaves of heat pumping through your body.

He snaps his pelvic against your ass and feels you sucking him right back in.  He thinks back to what you said before about him as a dad and his eyes roll back. The thought of you carrying his child inside you makes him come undone.

“Ugh, fuck.” He comes audibly high etc, covering you in his cum. You expect him to catch his breath but he smoothly regains his composure and pushes you on your back, his thumb finding its way right back to your clit, barely even getting started before leading you to your second orgasm.

You scream in pleasure as he cups your face, lips brushing against your ear. “That's it, princess, you did so well for daddy. made me so proud.” he praises as he pushes your hair out of your face. 

The lack of response makes him laugh, realizing he’d fucked you to sleep, litterally. chuckling, he grabs a warm cloth and cleans you up to his best effort.

You’re usually sleepy right after sex so this is a regular routine for you both. He smacks a kiss on the top of your head and covers you with his comforter then goes for a shower.

Once he’s done, he carries you up bridal style to the bathroom. “Wake up, sleepy.” he’s back to his sweet self. You grunt in response. “C’mon, you need to pee.’’ It’s true, so you comply and he leaves you to it. 

This is a conversation you’ve both had before, he feels no need to leave when you do your business but you’ve kicked him out enough times so he knows the drill by now. Eren changes the bedsheets while you clean up.

When finished, you walk back to the bed and he opens his arm for you to rest on, your phone lying beside him. You jump at the invitation and he hugs you towards him, ‘’what do you feel like eating?’’ he’s playing with your hair as you lie comfortably on his arm. 

“Not hungry.’’ you murmur.

Eren fights the urge to sigh. “Sorry, not up for debate.’’ He saves himself the trouble and orders for you both, knowing you’ll feel hungry once you see him eat.

When the food arrives, you end up wanting exactly what Eren ordered for himself.

‘’You’re a big baby.’’ he sulks and rolls his eyes, but feeds you nonetheless. You don’t miss the look on his face as you take a bite from his hand. One thing about Eren? he can and will fuck multiple times a day if you let him.

‘’down, boy. i’m not tryna have my guts rearranged after eating food.’’

He grins, ‘’I didn’t say anything’.’ knowing he’ll do exactly that when you’re done eating.

➳ eren jaeger x female! reader

╰┈➤ word count; 1425

╰┈➤ drabble; unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, breeding kink, choking, cervix fucking, spit swapping, use of the words mama and mommy in dirty talk (not as a mommy kink).

eren has such a strong hold on you.

from your mind to your heart. from your body to your soul.

right now, that strong hold is why you let him fuck you like this.

oh, he loves you, he loves you.

he loves you entirely.

and the way he loves you, you love him tenfold.

it is hard to believe when he fucks you like this. when he has your legs pressed tight to your chest, trembling over his shoulders. his hands are stroking the column of your throat and swiping at your tears.

there is drool down your jaw and snot in your nose. his pupils are blown so wide, the jade embers are overtaken by black.

eren fucks with reckless, reckless abandon. he fucks like he would never see or touch you again. as if each time is the last and he needs to take every ounce of you until there is nothing left.

his thumb slips past your lips, digging into the slobbery muscle of your tongue as it squirms. he crowds your body more, his thighs connecting with yours.

he is so big, you have lost the ability to think. you cannot find any coherence for the life of you. his hips slam into yours and the way you moan is far from modest.

you mewl and whine, desperate hands digging into the muscles of his back. you are so dirty and sticky, so nasty because your cunt leaks over him. how can you not? how can you resist when the thickness drags along and strokes your walls deliciously? when the blushed, swollen head dips into your cervix and prods it apart.

truly how can you gain any control when the veins pulse against your gummy insides and his balls collide with your skin with every thrust.

you are filthy for him but there is no way you would ever stop it.

his muscles bulge and contort, his body tensing all because he is pounding his cock into you.

"ren." you whimper. he seems to shiver as your voice meets his ears. he practically bares his teeth before slamming his lips onto yours. your body jerks with the weight of his movements. as he pulls out and pushes right back into you so fast you are seeing stars.

his tongue slips into your mouth, tilting his head to kiss you deeper. to kiss you harder and make your mouth his for the millionth time.

there is so much spit you do not think you would ever finish swallowing. when he leans back your hands find the lengthy locks of hair to keep him close.

the smacking sounds of your lips connecting in open mouthed sloppy kisses only makes you wetter. it makes your pussy grip him tighter and soak him more.

eren's composure dwindles further, he slams his cock into you and your eyes roll back. your head presses into the sheets, nails digging into his skin. his back is covered in scratches but eren does not mind.

not when he loves the sting of your nails dragging along his flesh. not when he takes off his shirt and everyone can tell that he got to lose himself in your sweet cunt.

"eren! ren!" your pussy slurps him up and drips desperately, begging for cum. aching to be bred.

"that's it." his large hand encloses around your throat. he tightens his hold, you jolt at the feeling. you swear you are drooling. you swear your brain has stopped functioning.

"tell me who's fucking you, pretty baby." his tongue flicks out to lave over your lips. you want it in your mouth again. you want to kiss him. "tell me who's deep in your pretty pussy."

you whine like a freaked up slut. eren is too big, he stretches you out too wide but he feels so good. so good that you would take it regardless.

"it's you ren. only want eren to fuck me." you will not let him fuck anyone else. you do not want anyone else to have him, not when he is only yours to have.

"yeah? you take it so well. you don't have to do shit but exist and you drive me crazy." he shoves particularly deep into you.

"ren!" you cry, tears leaking down your face while you are breathless.

his hair hangs down and even overtaken by pleasure you find yourself holding it back to see his pretty face. why is he so pretty? why is eren so good at this?

"say it again." he groans. he grips your throat and your cunt clenches on him repeatedly. "c'mon baby, say it for me. say it and i'll fill this pussy with so much cum you won't be able to get it all out. don't you want it?"

"fuck, ren. i want it, i want you." you brokenly rasp in a high pitched wanton whine. eren wants to be the only thing in your every thought. the only name on your tongue. the only one you look at.

him and absolutely no one else.

he sits up onto his knees, ripping the stimulation away. he only pumps into you shallowly. your legs slip from his shoulders instead hooking around his narrow waist.

your shaky hand reaches between your legs, fingers rubbing furiously at the stiff nerves of your cum sodden clit. your body rocks at the stimulation, liquid dripping from your slit and onto the cock that pulls you apart. it is so hot, it warms you from the inside.

"you're too fucking sexy. all i want to do is knock you up." your breath stutters at his words. "you'd like that wouldn't you? who do you think our baby would look like?"

"you, want 'em to look like you."

"mm, but i want my baby to look like their pretty mama." his palm finds your body, trailing along your stomach and lingering for a moment. "we should have a couple." you have no complaints. you nod your head.

he cups your breasts, leaning over you to lap at your stiff nipples. "i wonder how these will look when they're filled with milk, they're already so perfect." your hips rock to stimulate yourself on the thickness of his cock.

you are borderline desperate. you mewl and moan. your fingers finding his skin.

"guess my cock isn't enough. no, you want my seed too, you want me to breed this little cunt and make you a mommy." he huffs, you lose your mind the more he talks to you.

the more you think about the things he says.

your hand strokes down your clit to fleshy walls and as he slowly slides out more, your fingers find the base of his cock.

"that's what i want too. i want to give you it all." his voice is airy and strained.

"i need it, ren." your words are muddled by the high of sex. from having him make you his all over again.

you squeeze his base, sticky liquid staining your digits. "fuck me, ren, please fill me up." tears blur your vision. he wrecks you, he ruins you but he keeps you together. he makes you whole.

"beg for it, baby." he is only teasing. truthfully, you do not have to beg. no, eren just wants to hear your pretty voice say it over and over again. for you to ask him to fill your pussy to the brim with cum until there is no way you are not pregnant.

eren slowly slips out and sinks back within your hot sticky walls. it is slow and intentional. your cunt is begging, needing and craving more. you cannot get enough of him.

you desperately rock your hips to meet his movements, to keep him inside.

surely you do beg. with broken whines and the most sincere pleas. when eren is satisfied, he swipes your tears and pounds into you until you see white. he wraps you in his arms and shoves his cock so deep you feel every inch.

until your head blanks and you are creaming around him but you do not want him to stop!

no, you want him to keep fucking your pussy, to keep slamming his hips into you until his head is seated between the walls of your cervix and he is shooting every bit of his load into your womb where it belongs.

until he groans, "i fucking love you," into the crook of your neck while fucking his cum back inside.

and you can say, 'i love you, too.' because eren is all you need.

oh to be loved by eren

Pussy drunk eren ?

"oh fuck baby, don't stop." eren whines, your hips rising up and down on his cock. it's the 3rd time you made him cum this night but he wants to keep going, needs to keep going. you haven't seen each other in few weeks and now he realized how much he missed your warm cunt.

his hands find your ass and he takes a handful, helping your ride him. his eyes are closed because he knows he can't look down and see your pussy cream all over his cock, knowing he would cum right here.

"it's all your fault." he says before slamming his cock deep into your pussy. he swiftly turns you on your stomach as he pounds into you with all his leftover strength.

"it's your fault. only your pussy can make me this stupid."

STRAWBERRY HAIRCLIP 🌸🍓

★ summary: female! reader finds a tattooed stranger asleep on her bed in the middle of her squishmellows at a house party.

★ pairing: college!eren jaeger x soft maths major fem!reader ♡

★ warnings + tags: 18+, college au, tattooed eren, softcore cute reader , eren w a snakebite piercing , thick thigh reader , poetry from eren, smut .

★ wordcount: 3,395

a/n: this is my first fic here ! i read a lot of eren au’s today and this idea suddenly came to mind ! i decided to share . please enjoy !

“ not again…” an exasperated sigh fell heavily from your lips like it weighed a thousand pounds . you were standing in front of your house , a small pile of books you had borrowed from the library squeezed against your chest as you looked at the fluorescent lights peaking out of the windows . the bass from inside your house reverberated throughout the neighborhood , and even from the outside , you could distinguish the faint sound of a pop song .

another college party .

your brother was a heavy partier , but you strongly disliked when he did those at home without even warning you first . you had a throbbing headache from having your nose in books all day , practicing for mid-terms . the last thing you needed were drunk college kids slurring around and music blaring in your ears .

rest , you needed rest .

options - doja cat ft JID

you pushed the front door to your house open and instantly wished you hadn’t . as if it was waiting for a chance to hit you , the sound of music rushed to you and assaulted your ears , making you wince back in surprise . “ im gonna kill this asshole,” you grumbled under your breath as you started pushing past the squeezing bodies that danced in the living room .

you stopped in the kitchen which seemed relatively empty , except for a flury of red hair moving between the fridge doors .

“ sasha ?” you called out over the music . the red-headed girl in question jumped in surprise , her head yanking up to smash directly against the frame of the fridge . the force of the action caused it to shake a little . she yelped out in pain . “ are you okay?” you quickly questioned with your hand slapped over your mouth to hold in a laugh .

“ im good , im good !” she quickly said as she stepped away from the fridge with a bottle of tostios’ spinach dip . “ you’re not here for the party , are you ?” she said , eyeing your outfit with an amused look on her face .

you obviously looked misplaced and you knew it . with your printed , pastel yellow high-waist pleated skirt , yellow oversized ‘ LEMON’ sweatshirt and knee high socks , you rather looked like you belonged browsing an empty aisle in a CD store or at barnes and nobles . – and honestly , you wish you were .

your style has always been the epitome of soft girl core , with small stickers adorning your cheeks and orange blush at the tip of your nose . your requirement was to look like a cute fairy nymph at all times .

you’ve been like this for as long as you could remember and before the trend gave it this name . your brother found it endearing , even though he’d mask it by poking fun at you . you didn’t care though , it gave you comfort .

“ where’s my idiot brother ?” you questioned . watching her prying open the bag of chips and scooping up some of the dip . a lot of it .

“ oh – he’s gone somewhere upstairs with katie “ she paused to swallow, “ you don’t wanna see him now…” she shook her head and you quickly caught on to her suggestion .

“ ew!” you grimaced . the last thing you wanted to think about was your brother…doing it .even though he was two years older and you were relatively close , one thing you didn’t want to know about was...this.

you shuddered softly and stepped forward to make way for the drunk couple that stumbled in with their mouth glued to each other in an intense make-out session . your mouth lifted in an annoyed expression while sasha shielded her face away like she had looked directly into the sun for too long , ‘ gross ! connie i dont wanna see this !’

you laughed softly at these two before deciding that your hunt for your brother was over . you just really wanted to sleep – as much as you could despite the music. “goodnight , sash ! and…connie ?” the last part came out like a question as the man seemed to be too preoccupied by the blonde he was kissing . you smiled at the waving sasha before making your way out again.

you inhaled again before diving back in the crowd , looking to reach the stairs that lead to your room . you got a few stares which you completely ignored , not wanting anything to do with drunk college boys . your eyes stayed focused ahead of you , giving the clear message that you weren’t here to have fun . you balanced the books against your chest as you went up the stairs and into the hallway . the sound of the music was considerably lower , but still bothersome . you walked past a few people making out in the hallway , your eyes focused on your white bedroom door at the end of the hall , holding your breath at the mere idea of finally finding solace – peace in your sanctuary . you lifted your knee to allow one arm to reach for the handle while the books took support against the other arm steadily . you twisted the doorknob and wasted no time to walk in your room , but what you saw nearly made you scream for help .

i was never there – the weeknd

in the middle of all your squishmellows , sprawled out , and in a seemingly deep sleep , laid a complete stranger . he wore black cargo pants , a white shirt and a black bomber . he slept comfortably on his back with a tattooed arm draped over his eyes , glossy lips slightly parted letting air through as his chest rose and fell softly . the shiny metal on his lip caught your attention , and you identified it as a snakebite piercing. the position had allowed his shirt to ride up his hips , the V lines showing a sinful path that curved and dipped down inside his Calvin boxers which were peaking out of his pants . the fairy lights above your headboard shone soft golden orbs on him , painting an ironic picture as he laid against your avocado-patterned comforter . you felt your throat closing , strangely aroused by the scene .

 you couldn’t stop the book avalanche even if you wanted to . the book on top slipped out of your grip , dragging down all the other ones with it and  they subsequently hit the ground with a loud thud . ‘

“shh ! shh !” you tried hushing the book as if they were alive as you knelt on the floor to pick them up . the sleeper immediately froze at the sound before he quickly sat up , his messy bun almost coming undone at the abruptness of his reaction. he stared at you through confused , tired eyes before realization hit him . “ oh shit !” he croaked out , voice deep from his tiredness as he sank on the floor to help you pick them up .

“ w-who are you ?” you questioned while looking down , feeling the tip of your ears go red . why are you even getting shy ? he’s the one in your room .

“ eren. “ the stranger you know as eren held out a small pile of books towards you . you didn’t look at him directly . “you ?”

you mumbled out your name.

his green eyes peeked at one of books he held and a thick eyebrow scrunched in confusion , “ differential …equations…?” the confusion was evident in his tone as his head tilted to decipher the picture on the book cover . a few strands of hair fell above his eyes .

“ applied mathematics major ,” you answered after having swallowed the ball of anxiety that had settled in your throat .

his emerald eyes widened in surprise before a small smirk lifted the corner of his lips , “ for real ? damn . “ you were used to this reaction . most people thought you studied theater or fashion because you always looked like you could be in a winx club live action .

“you ?” you asked back . quickly taking the books from him and dropping them on your lap , the impact causing your thick thighs to jiggle softly . eren did not seem to miss this action , his eyes lasting a minute longer on the sight before looking up at you . you subconsciously thought of the typical college fuckboy majors; business , or music...

“ literature.” it was your turn to show surprise , and the boy chuckled softly at your expression . you couldn’t help but notice how white his teeth were .

“ah…” was your answer . you wanted to slap yourself for losing your social skills for a minute , but you were just too tired to handle so many emotions and words at the same time .the boy only chuckled in response , his hand brushing back the bangs that only managed to fall over his eyes again . “you don’t seem convinced .”

miss you – oliver tree , robin schulz

“i’m not,” you answered honestly , a small smile of your own dancing on your lips , “ you look like you study…”

“ business ? music ?” he took the words right out of your mouth as he stood up , extending his hand down towards you . you were suddenly taken aback by how tall he was and how he seemed to command all the attention in the room . you blushed when you realized how close you were to his thigh and quickly grabbed onto his hand to stand up , except he pulled you up harder than you expected and you crashed against his chest . the smug look on his face told you he did it on purpose . your chin rested against his chest , slowly assessing the height difference between you two .

for a moment , his eyes seemed to have darkened into something more primal before they softened again , a smirk curling his lips upwards , “ and you didn’t strike me as a maths major either . “

you rolled your eyes , feeling slightly offended . you turned around and stepped out of his embrace towards your desk , suddenly feeling chilly. you knew it was your insecurities hitting at you – people always had a hard time believing you were smart and it pissed you off . however , you had long moved passed this – or so you thought . how did eren manage to set you off so easily ? it wasn’t even that bad .

he felt the cold air coming from you and raised his hand in defense , “ hey , hey . not saying there's anything wrong with that , you know ? i wouldn’t be able to half of what they do anyway, “ a small smile drew on your lips at his attempt to reprimand . “ plus,” he added as you arranged your books on your desk in no particular order to distract you from your wild pulse , “ its ‘cause you’re really cute . in a…forest pixie kind of way…”

love lost – mac miller , the temper trap

a small giggle broke from you , “makes sense . thanks. “ you answered , bending forward a bit to work your sneakers out of your feet while holding onto the table . the cold air hit the cheeks of your ass which was unknowingly protruding out of your skirt and you heard a sharp breath being drawn behind you .

when you turned around , eren almost looked like he wanted to pounce on you . you cleared your throat gently , feeling blood rush to your lower stomach like molten lava .

“ what do you do in literature anyway ? analyze Shakespeare’s attachment issues ?” this ripped a laugh out of eren . his laugh was even more attractive than his smile - it chimed pleasantly in your ear , sounding boyish but deep .

“ good point . but we did study him a lot .” 

you arched an eyebrow and smirked , “ what’s your favorite quote by him , then ?” you asked challengingly , not really expecting him to answer . you just wanted to mock how boys challenged you whenever you expressed interest in something unconventional . eren shrugged before lifting his eyes towards the ceiling in a small moment of contemplation.

“ love is not love which alters when it’s alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. it is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests, and is never shaken.” he finished the last part , teal eyes boring into your soul .” my favorite author is bell hooks , though.” he added with a small smile .

to say that you were taken aback was an understatement . the tattooed stranger that broke into your room just spoke the most meaningful words in the softest , yet firm tone you’ve heard. you wanted him to recite poems to you over and over.

the two of you stayed silent before you looked towards your bed and back at him . “ uhm…what are you doing in my room , anyway ?” you decided to address the elephant in the room which you should’ve obviously done a while ago .

“ oh , uh i was looking for a bed to crash and sober up and your room smelled good ... like strawberries .” he explained and looked at your bed and the array of squishmellows decorating it with a look that seemed endearing . “ not gonna lie , it’s the most comfortable sleep i’ve ever had .” he said and you smiled with pride knowing that you had invested a lot of money into making yourself the softest , most comfortable bed ever .

“ but , i can leave if you want...” his voiced trailed off as if hoping you would say no - which you did . “ i mean you can stay a while more...”

“ hell yeah ! “ he cheered and let himself fall back on the bed which allowed him to bounce back a few times before he grabbed one of your blue axolotl squishmallows and pressed it against his face . you laughed softly , oddly proud that someone loved your bed so much . your friends always loved staying in your room when they came over, but it’s the first time a stranger - who seemed so different from you expressed such content from being here .

you plopped down on the bed and brought your knees to your chest , looking up down at your hands while you chipped away at your pastel nail polish . eren pulled the plush down slowly , green eyes peeking over at you. “what ?” you asked feeling your face heat up uncontrollably. “ you’re cute. “ he simply said with a smirk before looking up at the ceiling . 

you bit your lip from stopping your smile from spreading too much . “you’re flattering me .” you replied as you looked down at your thighs which seemed to have been more exposed than you thought . the elastic at the hem of your thigh-highs sank slightly into your skin , squishing it out in a way that seemed more lewd than you intended . you quickly reached to pull your skirt down but ring-covered fingers pressed against your thigh , the cold metals sending chills down your spine as he blocked your action. 

“no.” he said in a semi-commanding tone . “ they look great.” you could see the intensity in his eyes as he looked at you and moved his hand away after letting it slide down a bit leaving a burning path from where he touched you .

your heart was beating inside your ears at this point and you needed a distraction . “where are your friends anyway... or girlfriend ?” you bit your lip .

white tee - summer walker

this was a bait to see if he had any girl in his life , which , why wouldn’t he ?

“they’re all drunk and annoying right now...and don’t have one” he answered the last part with a smirk on his lip as he looked at you teasingly , long and thick eyelashes that curled at the corner giving him a gracious aura . “ why ? wanted to know if position was empty? “ he asked in a teasing tone .

“ you’re such an ass!” you whined , pushing him with soft laugh to mask your embarrassment at the fact that you were, in fact , checking. eren chuckled and reached towards your face , pointing at one of the stickers adorning your eyes . you understood that he wanted it , so you pulled a little star and placed it against his hand .eren looked at it like it was the first time he’s even seen a sticker.

a small silence settled between you two as you played with your fingers . 

“ what about you ?” he suddenly asked after his silent contemplation . 

“ nope !” 

“damn...how ?” he asked , genuinely confused and you shrugged in response , “ they’re not business majors “ you replied teasingly which made him release another amused laugh . the vibration shocks throughout your body .

eren looked at you silently , bangs brushing agains his long lashes which clearly annoyed him . he tried swatting them away but it never worked . you giggled softly and motioned for him to come closer to you , “ come here,”  you told him as you removed one of the hairclips that held your ponytail . 

eren obediently scooted closer to you , resting his cheek against your thigh while his hand palmed at either sides of them . “ is that okay ?” he asked . to have the hottest boy you’ve seen resting on your lap ? 

YES , YES , YES , YES !!!

“ sure “ you answered and he simply closed his eyes with a content smirk on his lips . you were ready to combust as you reached down , brushing the soft strands of his dark hair away from his face and slicked it back into his messy bun before sliding the hairclip over it and securing it . you smiled as you looked at him . what a contrast it was - this edgy , tattooed man with a strawberry hair clip in his hair . he didn’t seem to care either . 

“i’d eat you out real good right now .” the words he let out almost made you choke on air. he opened his eyes looking back at you and he was dead serious.

the man let out a laugh at your expression before closing his eyes again , his lustful expression suddenly gone like it was never here . “ don’t worry , i won’t.”

you probably looked at him like he grew two heads . you didn’t say anything back , your stomach in knots. he was so hot , it hurt . would you really pass up an opportunity like this ? when the last time you even got laid ? this time by the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on .

“what if i want you to...?” you attempted back , voice coming out small but hopeful . 

suddenly the hands that were resting so softly against your thighs tightened their grip and eren smirked at he lifted his head . “good girl”  he praised

you gasped softly as he pushed your back to the bed , your cunt throbbing uncontrollably . he parted your legs and knelt between them , his erection pressing against your thigh . he felt so hard . you bit down your lip , feeling your wetness spill out . “ wanted to eat that pussy the second i saw you on that floor...” he admitted , his voice low and guttural . his fingers pulled your panties down and hooked your legs over his broad shoulders . his fingers separated your puffy folds , exposing your pussy completely to the cold air . you bit down your lip , letting out a needy whine causing your tiny hole to clench around nothing and eren nearly felt his mouth water . “shit...” he breathed before sticking his tongue out , letting fingers collect the saliva on them before rubbing them on your bare folds . you didn’t need any lubrification , but he just wanted his spit on you . he was convinced he’d never seen a pussy like this . he was about to dip his head down and eat you like a caveman when you stopped him mid-action. 

“eren ?” you asked , blushing beet red . he was confused but paused to listen , hoping you didn’t want him to stop already . “ c-can you tell me another poem ?” the man couldn’t help the smile on his face. “ you wanna be talked to while getting your pretty pussy eaten ?” he mused before nodding, “ of course, princess. “

he dipped down between your thighs , his hot tongue sliding down your folds .

“by my soul,”

his hands squeezed your thighs around his head even more , like he wanted be suffocated . you moaned out at the delicious contact of his tongue gliding down to your hole. 

“ i can neither eat”

his lips closed around your clit , his piercing brushing against it making your body jolt on the bed. “eren !”

“drink”

his lips sucked on one of your labia folds before releasing it. “fuck - eren !”

“nor sleep;”

he lifted his head and ran the flat of his tongue against your whole cunt before moving his head sideways to place kisses on your inner thighs , his warm breath fanning soothingly over your skin .

“nor– “ a finger dipped in your hole , slowly thrusting in and out. you screamed his name again, body shaking on the bed, “,what’s still worse , ” he placed another kiss against your pussy ,

“love any woman in the world but her.”

his head dipped down again, and this time, he wouldn’t stop eating you out. you felt pleasure ripple through your body in delicious waves as your eyes closed and you let yourself go . the last thing you saw between your thighs was his dark glossy hair and the strawberry hairclip that held his bangs together .

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔, and his friends always tease him about it.

Eren and his boys—Jean, Connie, and Armin—spent four days together in Miami, Florida. It was a much needed trip, and each of them wanted to focus solely on spending money, having fun, and meeting beautiful women.

Except Eren.

He enjoyed ziplining over pools, drinking at clubs, going to the beach, and eating nearly all of the complimentary hotel breakfast food with Connie by his side, who started stuffing fruits and cups of cereal—with no milk, as he forgot, of course—into his clothes once the staff told him breakfast would end in ten minutes.

Even so, as he sat in the hotel’s dining area that had a light aroma of stale coffee and sunscreen, he missed you desperately.

Armin, who sat down at the little table across from Eren with his muffin, fruit, and eggs, could tell that his best friend was upset by the way he stirred his own scrambled eggs around on his plate, but not actually eating them.

“Don’t worry,” Armin looked up at his friend after taking a sip of his orange juice—Armin loved hotel orange juice, and Eren hated it—and the blue-eyed boy flashed a reassuring smile. “We’re going home tomorrow, so you’ll get to see her soon.”

“Yeah,” Eren mumbled.

“Maybe you could FaceTime her before we leave for the day,” Armin suggested. After all, jet skiing and scuba diving were on the agenda, and he truly wanted Eren to enjoy it.

“I already talked to her twenty minutes ago,” Eren sighed, slouching back in his chair. “It only made me miss her even more. She has a new hairstyle and everything.”

“Eren,” Armin slowly chewed on a strawberry as he blinked. “It’s only been a few days.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Eren pinched the bridge of his nose, and that’s when Connie and Jean joined them at their table.

“Guess what,” Connie grinned, placing two packed plates of food on the table. “They said we can sit here and eat as long as we want even after they stop serving breakfast, but we just can’t go back for seconds.”

“Connie grabbed every fucking thing he saw,” Jean frowned, grabbing a seat next to Armin.

“Hell yeah,” Connie picked up a grape, tossing it at Jean’s head. “So don’t be shy, grab whatever you want and eat up!”

“Don’t throw the grapes,” Armin said. “They’re delicious, so try not to waste them.”

“Loosen up, will you?” Jean frowned, breaking his hash brown into pieces before diving right in.

“I’ll loosen up once I know everything’s going according to plan,” Armin paused. “I mean, someone has to make sure we’re on schedule. It’s our last day here, so if we miss something, we won’t get another chance to do it.”

“The hell does that have to do with throwing grapes?” Connie said, earning a laugh from Jean.

Jean ruffled Armin’s blonde hair. “Don’t worry, we know you love the beach. We’re not gonna miss anything, alright? So just relax.”

“Right,” Armin smiled softly, “sorry.”

For a moment, everyone ate their food and engaged in somewhat polite chatter about today’s planned events.

“Alright, so we have our entire morning and afternoon planned,” Jean paused. “What are we doing tonight?”

Armin took that opportunity to bring the one silent member at their table into the conversation.

“Eren, is there anything you wanna do?”

“Yeah. Pack.”

And with that, Eren left the table, tossing his uneaten food in the garbage before heading back to the hotel room.

“Damn it, Connie,” Jean frowned. “I told you to let the guy bring his girlfriend.”

Connie tossed his arms up defensively, swallowing his food before he said, “go to Hell.”

—

As the day went on, Eren managed to have a bit of fun with his friends. Even so, as he swam with colorful fish and zoomed across the sea, a tingle of pain would shoot through his heart whenever he remembered that you weren’t with him, experiencing all of the bucket-list worthy adventures by his side.

As the group headed home in Jean’s SUV, Eren sat in the backseat besides Connie. He pressed his head against the foggy window, looking out at the orange streetlights passing by.

“Eren,” Connie fought back a laugh, pulling his phone out to record the pouting man. “Why are you acting like you’re in a R&B music video right now?”

“Shut up, Constance.” Eren effortlessly tossed his hand out and smacked Connie’s tattooed arm.

Connie quickly ended the recording.

“I’m gonna drop Eren off first,” Jean said, gripping the steering wheel as he made a left turn, “I really think he might die if he doesn’t get to Y/N soon.”

“Turn left again,” Armin said, directing Jean from the passenger seat. “But guys, leave him alone. Y/N’s lovely. None of us can understand what he’s going through because the three of us are single.”

“Thank you, Armin,” Eren said.

Eren folded his arms across his chest, continuing to sulk like a kid who just had their favorite toy taken away.

But, once Jean turned down a familiar street, the depressed man instantly perked up.

“You’re grinning like a toddler, dude,” Connie teased, but Eren ignored him, gripping the door handle tightly.

Jean tugged on his hat, slowing down as he pulled up in front of your home. However, before Jean could come to a complete stop, Eren started to jump out of the car.

“Eren! Be careful!” Armin warned as Jean slammed on the brakes. His warning was utterly useless, as Eren was already halfway through your front yard by the time the words fell from Armin’s lips.

“You forgot your bags!” Jean shouted, rolling down his window. “Didn’t shut my damn door, either.”

Suddenly, you opened your front door, having heard all of the commotion outside. And when you smiled, all of Eren’s friends could easily see why he was so in love with you.

Eren nearly knocked you over once he finally made it into your arms, a big smile spreading across that beautiful face of his. He showered your forehead and cheek with kisses as he inhaled your comforting scent.

“I missed you so much,” he said.

“I can tell,” you teased, hugging the tall man back. “I missed you too.”

He pulled away from the hug only to cup your face with his large hands. He kissed your lips softly, melting over the touch he had craved for days.

“I’m not going anywhere without you ever again. I don’t care if it’s the grocery store or to the living room,” Eren mumbled against your lips, and you giggled softly.

“Hey!” Jean suddenly honked his horn. “You’ve seen her, now come get your stuff!”

“In a minute,” Eren shouted back, flipping the driver off.

He just had to stare at that gorgeous face of yours for a few more minutes, and who could blame him? He was madly in love with you.

Mother’s Day

Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Summary: Your husband shows his appreciation for you when he pampers you on Mother’s Day, but spoils you with the more exciting surprises later in the night.

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: oral sex M receiving, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, breeding kink, cursing, pregnancy talk, creampie, sex toys

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“Mommy, mommy, look what I picked for you!” You see your daughter, a little bundle of joy not much taller than your dining table, sprint your way with a cute little arrangement of flowers in her tiny hands.

She crashes into your arms, and you immediately lift her up with a small groan because she really is getting heavier.

“Oh wow” you inspect every flower, noticing how they are all in your favourite colour “they’re beautiful, baby. Did you pick them all by yourself?”

Two forest green eyes look away, a little pout gracing your daughter’s cute face “Well, daddy helped.. but only a little!” She declares, making you chuckle and kiss her plump cheek.

You hear a laugh from somewhere behind that you instantly recognize, turning around to see your husband walking towards you with a wide smile on his face.

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——— DESIRE

♡ : eren jaeger x female! reader

ᨳ  ࣪ . cw : ns4w, dom! eren, sub! reader, eren is a lil mean but not that much :), HEAVY edging -> edging for over a month ♡, squirting, overstimulation, subspace, sex toys, mentions of oral sex, nipple play, spanking, restraints, pussy slapping, ass play & fingering, profanity

ᨳ  ࣪ . wc : 2.9k

. synopsis : you haven’t cum in over a month…but its only what you asked for…

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it’s been over a month since you last orgasmed and you were becoming so, so desperate for release. desire ran through your veins, hot and overwhelming, constantly reminding you of the relief you had yet to experience.

but it’s not exactly eren’s fault per say.

for context, you and eren’s sex life has always been exciting. eren was an experimentalist, always wanting to try new things, especially with you. anything he or yourself suggested, you were both willing to try it. restraints, spanking, overstimulation, shibari, femdom you name it. eren wanted to try them all and you were more than happy to fulfill his wishes, as was he, with his wild eyes and bratty smirk.

but one of your favourite things to experience during sex was to be edged. you loved it so much. it was something about the desperation, the want to climax so badly but you can’t receive, the desperation… all made it so appealing and hot to you. whether eren fingering your wet cunny, running his fingers through your soft folds or holding a vibrating wand to your overused clit, eren knew exactly how to drive you crazy and leave you begging.

he brings up the topic while he’s edging you.

“oh, fuck, eren.” you groan out. you’re eagle spread across his lap, breathless as eren holds a little vibrator to your clit on the second highest setting. big, tanned hands prevent you from bucking your hips too much. only eren is in charge of your pleasure. in charge of your pussy. hell, even in charge of the air you breathe. you’d allow it all.

“yeah? you like that, baby?” he laughs gently when you nod your head frantically. “of course you do…my baby just can’t get enough, can she?”

drawn out whines pour out of your glossy mouth at his words. he gets such a kick out of torturing you like this. it gets eren off, seeing you lost in the pleasure that he’s giving you. nothing compares to that feeling.

all your body shakes you lift your hips slightly off his lap, pussy clenching and belly hot before he removes the vibrator from you completely.

you whine, huff and pout at the loss, even though it is exactly what you want. it felt so good, you were on cloud nine. eren chuckles at you before licking his lips as his demeanour becomes genuine.

“hey,” he begins. you look up at him, blinking so your eyes would focus. eren smiles, bringing a hand up to stroke your cheek with his thumb before continuing. “how would you like to try cumming, like…you know…touching your clit and stuff?”

you furrow your brow. “huh? what'd you mean?”

eren glances away and sighs, cheeks a little red almost looking…embarrassed?

“what i mean is..” eren pauses as he tries to find the correct words, “that we should see if you can cum without touching your clit, you know. see if you can do it with just..penetration…or just anything besides your clit.”

your mouth falls open in an ‘o’ as you ponder on his words. an orgasm through penetration alone. you have never had one of those before. your clit had always needed to be stimulated in order to cum, even before you met eren. you don’t know if you could even cum without touching your clit.

then you wonder…you wonder how good it would feel to cum from just having something inside of you. you know it would probably take a while for it to happen, so the longer without cumming, the better the orgasm would feel, right? it’s really no different from edging realistically. thinking of all the possibilities and outcomes of the situation makes you feel hotter than you already were. you sigh.

“you don’t have to answer right now, baby,” he whispers as if he can hear the gears ticking in your little head. “let’s wait until you’re in a straighter frame of mind, then we can talk about it. as for now…”

he smirks as he brings the wand back to your clit and you jump at the sudden action before you fall apart.

that was the last time you came. the day after, you and eren had discussed what he had mentioned the day prior. cumming without clitoral stimulation. and you agreed. eren tried to hide his satisfaction at your agreement but failed miserably. he was beaming. he was going to have to have so much fun with you.

eren sets two rules. the first one being, of course, no touching your clit no matter what. if you touch it or try to get any stimulation, then you get a spanking and you have to start all over again. you wouldn’t want that, now would you?

the second one is the red, yellow, green system. red for stop, yellow for wait or a break and green for good. if eren sees you in any pain or sadness then he will stop and that is that. he doesn’t want you forgoing your own comfortability because you want to please him. eren wants you to be having fun and enjoying yourself along with him.

it had been a week and you already felt like folding.

on your hands and knees you were, on the silk sheets of your bed, a vibrator in your hot cunt and a gem, heart-shaped plug in your ass. you were positively going crazy.

you stare at the ceiling, eyes unfocused as you try to buck your hips back, as if the vibrating dildo could go any deeper. you whine and fall onto your stomach, attempting to grind onto the sheets. you feel a sharp sting on one of your asscheeks.

eren tuts. “what did i say, puppy?” questions eren in a mocking, high-pitched fashion. “i said no touching that fucking clit, didn’t i? don’t make me have to punish you. try that again and this all ends right now.”

gasping, you shake your head frantically no no no. you don’t want that. you don’t want to disappoint him after only a week. that would be so pathetic.

“that’s what i thought.” eren presses a kiss to your forehead before grabbing a hold of the dildo and pulling it out completely.

“eren!” you cry out, dismayed. “eren put it back!-”

“sh, shh shh.” eren coos, laying beside you on his elbow, one hand rubbing over your sweaty lower back. you nuzzle your face into his cheek and wiggle your hips desperately. “remember, we can stop whenever, alright? we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. you’re in control, sweetie.”

biting your lip, you look up at your boyfriend, getting slightly teary eyed at how kind he is and how overwhelmed you are. he smiles at you gently, patiently waiting for your answer.

you want to come so bad. there’s nothing you want more at this moment of time. to reach your peak and just end it right here. but then you think about how amazing it will feel when you do cum, when you reach your peak successfully and at how proud eren would be and how much he would praise you.

you finally shake your head. “nu-uh. no. i can do it.”

eren smiles, pretty eyes crinkling. “good girl. you’ll feel so good when it happens, baby. i promise.”

then he’s behind you, guiding your head to the mattress and easing his fat cock into you. you both moan at the contact, relief flowing through as you finally have something filling you up. eren doesn’t wait to start up at a quick pace. the wet pap pap pap sounds fill the air, you almost feel ashamed at how soaked you are. almost.

eren grips onto your ass as he thrusts, watching it jiggle against his arrow hips. you grip the sheets and meet him thrust for thrust, so close but yet still so far. you sob as his hips stutter and his cum fills you up, pumping you nice and full.

you pout as eren pulls out. he slaps your ass before pulling your cheeks apart to watch his cum leak down your cunny. satisfied, he crawls to your side and places kisses all over you face. you scrunch your face as his hair tickles your face.

“maybe we’ll get there next time, ____.”

you in fact, do not get there next time. or the time after that. or the next time after. or the time after that.

you think you’ve both tried everything in the book yet none of it has brought you to your climax.

you tried having eren simply spank you with a crop, hitting gently all over your ass until it was red. you had him play with only your nipples, putting clamps on them, even vibrators. he fingered you, ate you out, careful to avoid your clit completely (despite how much you tried to use your thighs to drag him closer). eren slapped your cunt, made you suck him off to see if the desperation was enough for you, restrained you, played with your asshole with the plug.

yet no success.

the way eren spoke to you didn’t help either. his kind words mixed with slight condensation and degradation had you going insane, his soft coos of “you can do it, puppy, you’re almost there”, “just a little more..c’mon baby, i can feel you…you want it so bad huh”, “do it f’r me, honey, that’ssit…” had you whining and shaking.

you were dying at this point. your poor self had never felt like this in your life. always begging and desperate. want flowing through your veins all the time. feeling like you were in heat like some kind of animal. you felt like pouting everytime eren teased you about how desperate you looked, giving you a warning glance whenever your hand even tried to go near your deprived clit. smirking at you in the shower when you washed down there. you forgot what it even was like to cum.

you’re both on the couch when eren decides he wants to fuck.

eren was cuddling you on the leather couch, blanket thrown over the both of you as you watched TV. you’re laughing at something in the show then you feel eren’s big hand creep up your shirt and grab your soft breast.

just as you felt your desperation had settled, eren always made you want so much more.

you deteriorate as eren tweaks your nipple with his thumb and index finger, flinging your shorts off your legs and onto the floor. eren laughs as if he doesn’t have a raging erection himself. he pulls his sweatpants and boxers down to his knees, his long, hard length making itself known.

facing the end of the couch and grabbing the armrest, you remove your shirt, leaving you completely bare. you’re on your knees, legs closed together as you look over your shoulder. eren’s spitting on his dick, rubbing it all over, getting it nice and wet for you. he meets your gaze and grins.

“i was just getting myself ready for you,” he says, “but i don’t think you need that, do you honey?”

eren’s fingers go to your folds, running them through your outer walls. you groan. you’re just always wet nowadays. you can’t help it. you try to fuck yourself on his long, calloused fingers and he’s pulling away.

“so fucking desperate, huh? fuck..”

eren grabs your hip tightly to stop you from wriggling around and runs his cock tip over your pussy teasingly, sliding his cock into you smoothly before you start begging.

your mouth falls open and you shake. you feel so full this time. it’s a different feeling from any previous times you’ve had. and it gets stronger as eren starts to thrust into you. you whimper loudly as you feel him in your stomach, making you gasp, laying your forehead on the armrest. eren moans quietly, hands caressing you back softly.

“that feel good? yeah? mhm, i bet it does…feel so fuckin’ full right now, ain’t that right? shh, shh, angel, i know, i know..” he croons, his last words in response to your particularly loud wail.

shit. you feel something in your stomach. something taut. something hot. something almost unbearable. after so long of not feeling like anything was enough, you finally feel like you could be able to feel something. you gasp.

“fuck!” you shout and you’re fucking yourself back onto his cock rapidly, loud slaps echoing around you. you start to shake. “oh my god. oh my goddddddd! eren don’t stop, ‘h my god don’t stop, please please please.”

eren almost cums at how fucking hot you sound, his hands grabbing onto your shoulders as he fucks into you, harder now.

“do you wanna cum? i know you want to, puppy. just do it for me. fucking cum for me.”

“i’m trying! hnnggggg…” sobbing, you cross your ankles over themselves, making it a tighter fit for eren. you can feel his thick balls repeatedly hitting the back of your cunt, the feeling making you lose all sanity. your eyes are rolled back into the back of your head, your pretty lips wet, your open mouth drooling all over the couch and tears running down your face. you were a sight to behold. reaching your hand back you grab onto eren’s hip as a feeling of relief starts to overwhelm you.

“eren! fuck eren! holy fuck! oh my god, pull out! pull out!” you call out, almost panicking. “mmm…i’m gonna pee! ‘m gonna make a mess! stop, stop ohmygod!”

you don’t even know what you're saying at this point. you’re simply babbling out barely coherent words and sentences. you use your hands to push at eren’s torso, half-heartedly trying to pry him off, but he doesn’t stop. he just keeps going, thrusting into you like a mad man almost. the squelching sounds of your cunt would’ve humiliated you if you were in the right frame of mind, but all you could think of was your need to cum.

eren, on the other hand, is excited. he can tell what’s about to happen and it’s almost makes him antsy to see it.

your body moves with each one of his rough fucks, body sweaty and you’re panting, you’re so out of it, mind so hazy as you fall into a space you’ve never been before.

you squeal, hands trying to grip onto something frantically, your wet body quivering as you gush all over yourself, eren and the couch below you, sobbing and wailing throughout. lighting strikes earth as you reach your long awaited climax. wails, whimpers and moans flow out of you, your mind shattered from everything you’re feeling at this moment. you pussy keeps squirting and you’re unable to stop it. you’re literally tingling. you’re gasping as eren praises and fucks you through the strongest and longest orgasm you’ve ever had.

“shit. that’s it puppy…” he grabs your neck and tilts your head back to him, making your arch deeper and looking into your tear filled eyes and at your wet face. “good girl, good fucking girl. keep going, baby…don’t have to think about anything else, just feel good for me.”

weaker spurts leave your poor cunny as you lose yourself in eren’s green eyes, mouth gaping, your hands gripping onto his wrists to try and bring yourself to earth. you unintentionally clench and unclench around him, your walls so sensitive from this orgasm.his thrusts are softer now, slower as he takes you through your intense high. once, twice, thrice and he’s painting your insides white with a drawn out groan, giving a few more hard thrusts before he slows to a halt.

you fall face first onto the couch, speechless, still trembling, trying to come down. your mind is still blank and you feel overwhelmed.

god. you had never felt that before. you’re so happy you didn’t give up. it did feel wonderful. and the afterglow was so much.

eren falls beside you and cradles you into his chest, kissing the top of your head, kissing your face, neck, nose, everything.

“oh, baby,” he sighs, “i knew you could do it. you did amazing. i’m so proud of you. i love you.”

you nod and whine, basking in the compliments. eren doesn’t stop praising you, he keeps going, you’re fucked out mind barely even processing what he’s saying. the feeling of receiving his praise on top of the outstanding climax along with the afterglow was pure happiness. if you could feel like this every time you were edged, you would edge yourself every single day. you loved this feeling.

eren could tell you were in a different headspace from your non-existent replies, you simply hummed, nodded and giggled. eren was coaxing you out of it gently, asking you if you were okay and if you needed anything, getting you some water and cleaning you up with some tissues.

“hmmm…wanna do it again.” you admit. “i loved it so much..you treated me..so good..let’s do it again.”

“not so fast uh. you practically braindead right now, sweetheart.” eren tells you. you hide your face in his neck, now shy again. he’s happy with how you feel though. he hums, amused, and rests his forehead on yours.

you could feel yourself getting sleepy, blinking slowly and body getting weaker than it already was.

“go to sleep, ____. i’ll wake you up in a few minutes to get you cleaned up, okay. leave everything to me.”

that was enough to make you pass out, your cheek squished against eren’s big chest. he smiles at you, gaze soft as he places a kiss on top of your head.

a/n : i’m actually pleased with how this turned out…i don’t usually write one shots this long so good for me ♡

♡ thirsts are open be as horny as u want in my inbox✅

— 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 : 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

cw: fem!reader. infedelity/cheating + unprotected sex, handjobs, kissing, hickeys, oral sex, praising. strangers->lovers with a hint of angst. toxic relationship (?) with floch. i wrote part one earlier, but revamped it.

˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ seeking out eren was initially a dare; but things got real quickly.

PART TWO. pls read part one before you read this. thank you <;33333

The next day, during your first morning class, you’re seated near the back of the science lab. You bring your index finger up to your lips, mindlessly tugging at it as you stare outside the window. The view was meh , average at best. Just a bunch of trees in the mere distance, the fresh green leaves, now slightly dimming brown—indicating the change in season. 

Your lips, after yesterday, don’t feel the same. Like everytime you move them, you can just picture Eren’s ones hovering over your own, his teeth biting at it, the sweeping slide of his pink tongue begging for entrance into your own mouth. 

You close your eyes shut, shaking your head side to side to rid your mind from these thoughts. You should be thinking of Floch that way, should be imagining his soft— are his lips even soft? 

Fuck—you’d forgotten what his lips feel like, how they tasted whenever you kissed. Were you even paying attention during his kisses? 5 months of straight up, non stop, kissing, and you feel and remember more during your night with Eren. 

You feel a looming presence in front of you, despite having your eyes closed. Slowly peeking an eye open has you choking on air as you stare up at Eren holding your phone out in front of your desk. 

“You left this at mine yesterday.” 

Hitch, sitting in front of you, perks her ears up as she eavesdrops on the conversation. The classroom is particularly loud, Connie seated at the front of the class, entertaining his peers with his obnoxious stories, people blasting music from their phones as they scroll through social media. Hitch is thankful she sits this close to you, able to hear the conversation despite the loud environment. 

“Thank you.” You press your lips into a thin line, slowly reaching out to take your phone from his hands. Your hands brush against his own, and you feel that jolt of electricity, buzzing warmly against your skin. You quickly retreat your hand from his own, as a reflex from the feeling. 

Fuck, you’re so awkward. You don’t know what else to say now.

You’re prepared to look back outside the window, unsure of what to say to him, when he speaks up again. “Can I talk to you? After class, of course.”

“Yeah. You can.” 

“Cool.” Eren has never been this awkward before. His movements are stiff as he tucks his hands into his pockets and bites down on his bottom lip. “I’ll see you then.”

“O-okay.” The second Eren walks back over to his table at the front over where Connie is, Hitch comes into view, her jaw is slack and open as she gawks at you. 

You know that look. You know that look very well. 

“Hitch, shut up—”

“Did you actually—?” The noise her chair made as she scoots over towards your desk, swivelling her legs around so she’s facing you on her chair. “You slept with him? Yesterday?”

“No! No, god no, no sleeping. Just—” You look at your surroundings, making sure there’s nobody listening in, then lower your voice to a whisper, “— kissing and uhhh—fingering—.” 

“WHAT!?”

“Shut up, Hitch! It’s not that deep, it was practically nothing. I kiss Floch all the time.” You kick her chair leg, slowly pushing her back over towards her own table.

“[Name], this is huge!! You can’t just push me away, after dropping sucha bomb onto me!” Hitch uses her own legs to push yours away from her chair leg, loudly scooting her chair back infront of your desk. You groan when she braces her elbows onto the table, face in palm as she stares up at you, waiting for you to spill the juicy gossip.

You already know what she wants to ask. What she’s dying to ask. 

Is he a good kisser? Did you get past first base? Did you see his dick? Even better—did you touch it? Was it huge? How long did you make out for? Was it long? Short? Awkward? Does he kiss with a lot of tongue? 

You look over Hitch’s shoulder, over to the group of people seated near the front. The teacher was late; yet again this week. Your class uses the absence of authority to act recklessly. 

The class is split into groups, as every school does. The popular group is near the front, the ones making the most noise. Eren’s seated over at that group, but he’s more humble, compared to his friends.

Eren Yeager, Connie Springer, Jean Kirstein, Floch Forster, Marco Bodt and Reiner Braun are all core members of your school's basketball team, with Jean being the captain.

Floch doesn’t play as often, he isn’t on the main team. That only consists of Connie, Eren, Jean and Reiner. Floch is benched majority of the time, only a substitute for Reiner whenever he cannot play. Whenever you do attend Floch’s games, he’s never playing. So you had stopped attending. 

When you look over at his table, you immediately make contact with Eren, who by the looks of it, looks like he’s already been staring at you. He gives you a slight smile, just the slightest tug of his lips curl upwards. His body is shifted on his hair to the side—so he’s half facing the front, half facing you—his right arm braced over the back of his chair, one elbow hanging off the side of the chair whilst the other is resting atop of his book on his desk, and his body jolts side to side when Connie starts getting louder, mindlessly shaking the table with his exaggerated laughter.

“Hello!!! Earth to [Name].” Eren’s figure is blocked by Hitch’s hand waving your attention back over to her. “What, so you’re telling me nothing happened between you two, yet you’re eye-fucking each other in public?! Tell me everything.”

“Eye-fucking? What, no?! He just—we just—”

Hitch opens her mouth, about to protest and demand you tell her the full truth but is stopped when the teacher walks inside. Connie instantly hops down from where he was seated atop the desk, sliding smoothly inside his chair. Hitch also sighs before turning her chair around, scooting it back towards her own desk.

The entire lesson, you’d spent it staring at the back of Eren’s head. Whenever you tried to focus on the lesson, pay attention to the words coming out of your teacher’s mouth, your eyes slowly shifted further left each time, till you were met with Eren’s long brown hair, stopping just at the base of his hoodie.

A wave of regret flows your mind as you struggle to pick your head up every time it dares to lull forward onto the desk in front of you. You regret staying up late and fighting sleep. You knew damn well you had a 2 hour lecture early in the morning, yet you chose to stay up; chose to stare up at your ceiling with open eyes, because you knew if you closed your eyes, the only thing you’d picture is how Eren kissed you yesterday. 

You can still feel the soft press of his lips as if he was right there with you, could still feel his calloused hand pressed up against your side, gently caressing your waist as he laid on top of you; swear you could still feel his soft hair in your hands, pressing against his scalp, how his fingers grazed spots inside you that had never been reached by your own fingers, how he rubbed those circles on your clit that made your entire body feeling jittery and tingly.

You mind got wondering. If you tugged on his hair hard enough, would he moan? 

God, that’d be so hot. 

You breath hitches when you feel a tap against your shoulder, your consciousness returns back to the classroom. The teacher has stopped talking and everybody is staring at you; including a certain pair of green eyes. You don’t even have to look over to know he’s staring, you can feel their presence from your peripheral. 

“Hot?” Your teacher points over at the interactive white board; a picture of the galaxy in space. “Actually no, [Name], there isn’t a set temperature in space, but some areas would be warmer depending on how close you were to the sun.”

“Oh.” You realise you had just muttered your thoughts outloud. “My bad, I zoned out.”

“Don’t ever apologise. We’re here to learn, right?” She nods at you, waiting for your response. You simply nod back once. “Alright, let’s get back to work, guys. Eyes up front please.”

Every other student turns back to face the board, but Eren’s gaze lingers a little bit longer, taking his time before turning back to the front. You exhale sharply, fixiating your gaze on your unopened workbook. 

You spend the next five minutes of the lesson, taking notes on what's on the board; your brain is physically unable to actually listen to the words coming out from your teacher’s mouth. Your phone buzzes inside your zip-up hoodie, reaching inside to grab it.

A new text message notification from Eren.

EREN : why did u zone out

YOU : just didnt get much sleep yesterday

EREN : everything ok?

You look up from your phone, eyes having memorised the exact location of Eren’s chair, and see him looking down under the table. His phone hidden securely from the teacher’s gaze underneath the desk as his fingers tapped away at his screen. When he notices you read the message, but hasn’t responded, he looks up and decides to sneak a glance behind him, only to find you already staring at him. 

Eren turns his phone off, and gestures his head to the side. You look to where he gestured towards, he was gesturing at the door. You look back at him and nod, a soft smile graces his lips before he stuffs his phone into his pocket.

 “Ma’am, me and [Name] have to go up to the office—” he pauses to dig through his bag, grabbing a random sheet of paper, one with a lot of printed words on it so it looks like it’s some important document. “—we were told to come hand this in.”

“Sure, you guys go ahead.”

The both of you exit the classroom before Eren shuts the door behind him. “Any reason you wanted to talk to me so suddenly?” 

“Do you wanna skip?” Eren has his hands in his pockets as he looks down at you, waiting for your answer.

“Skip? Wha—why?”

He laughs and begins walking down the hall. You have to jog to catch up to him, gripping onto the back of his bag to stop him from walking. “You didn’t answer my question! Why are we skipping, what’s going o—”

“Do you wanna come to a party with me? This weekend?” 

You close your mouth and your brows loosen up as he looks at you. “A party? For?”

“Just a little get together with my friends.” 

“So…what’s that gotta do with me?” You ask playfully, wanting to know the exact reason you want him to bring you. Eren doesn’t really have an exact concrete reason on why he wants to bring you, he just does. But he has a feeling you won’t believe him.

“There’s no reason.” Eren doesn’t like how you’re currently staring into his eyes right, trying to force the non existent answer out of him. 

“Hm, I don’t believe you.” You walk a bit closer to him, just enough that your chests are less than a width away, the fabric of your clothes lightly brushing against his own. You may be a virgin, may be clueless when it comes to initiating anything sexual, but you weren’t stupid. You knew how to flirt, knew how to bat your eyelids to get what you want, knew how to drop your voice just enough to sound more seductive. 

Eren has to swallow hard, has to apply extra pressure in order to force his saliva down his throat as he stares at you. Green eyes watching your every move as you run your hands along his chest, abs tensing up at the feeling of your fingers drumming against him, paired up with how you’re looking at him through your lashes.

“I don’t know wh—what you—” Eren clears his throat a couple of times to get his voice back to normal, finding it hard for him to speak clearly. “I’m telling you the truth, [Name], I just want you there.” Eren purposefully drops his voice a couple octaves lower as he says your name and doesn’t miss the way your pupils dilate when you hear it. He grabs your wrist, gently gripping them and admires how much bigger his own hands are compared to yours. “So are you comin’, or not?”

All drops of confidence you had earlier came crashing down, dripping out of your body the moment he said your name. God, it’s pathetic how weak in the knees you are for his voice. You look down at the ground and shrug, genuinely unsure if you want to attend. Parties aren’t really your thing, too loud and boisterous for your taste. You freeze up when one hand leaves your wrist, his hand cupping at your cheek to bring your gaze back up to his face. “Think about it, then text me later.”

“Okay…” You nod, your voice coming out a little shaky when he trails his thumb along your cheekbone before bringing it down to your bottom lip, tugging it downwards just enough to expose your bottom teeth before letting it go.

Eren peeks over the top of your head to see if the hallway is empty or not before leaning down, pressing a short kiss to your lips before pulling away. He’s not sure why he did that, not sure why he felt the need to kiss you, but it’s hard to stare at your face and not want to kiss you. You’re so pretty, especially the way you look up at him, all innocent and pure.

Your gaze glances down to his lips one last time, letting it linger for a couple moments before shifting them back up to his face. “Man, fuck it. Come here.” Eren’s dragging you out of the hallway, a couple stairs down before he’s pushing you inside a storage cabinet. It’s really small here, very cramped and smells like old wood and detergent. 

But neither of you care, not with the way he’s cupping at your face so tight, almost scared you’re going to escape his grasp, not with the way he’s moving his lips against yours so passionately, not with the way you’re wrinkling his shirt with the sheer amount of force you’re gripping it with.

“I want you to teach me something else.” You mutter along his lips when you feel something hard, grazing your thigh. 

“Yeah? What’s that?” He tilts your face upwards, wanting to get a better look at your face. 

You lean upwards to kiss him again, fingers travelling down to tug at the waistband of his jeans, cupping his hard dick through the fabric. Eren almost chokes when he feels your nimble fingers on his cock and breaks the kiss to look downwards. “Shit—”

“Teach me. Please.” You sound breathless and desperate, in a way you kind of are. You want to make him feel good like how he made you feel good yesterday. “I want to make you feel good,”

“Are you sure?” Eren can’t help but feel a bit unsure. What you’re asking of him is a lot, on your end especially. “We don’t have to—”

“I want to. Please.” 

He brushes his forehead against yours, before leaning down to kiss you again, a short one this time, almost for reassurance. “Alright, come to mine later.”

You grin up at him mischeviously, wrapping your arms around his sides as you pull him in for a hug. His hands slide down to your waist, keeping you upright as he rests his cheek against the top of your head. “You’re something else, y’know that right?”

“What am I?” You break the hug to look up at him and just before he could respond, your phone rings. Eren backs away a little bit to allow you the arm movement to reach behind you in your pocket to grab at your phone. You just assumed it was Hitch, probably telling you to record a video of Eren’s moans as you suck him off, like the horny girl she is—but instead, it’s Floch.

You choke on air as you read the letters on your phone screen, ensuring that it’s actually him. F-L-O-C-H, even topped off with a heart. He never calls or texts you first, it’s always you initiating everything. Something deep inside you whirls as you subconsciously smile down at your phone, frantically unlocking it to respond to his message.

Eren looks down at you then the phone screen, then the stupid smile on your face and he can’t help but feel something green stirring in the depths of his stomach as he watches you smile down at your phone. “Who is it?”

“Floch! He’s texting me, asking if we want to have lunch together, ohmygod. He’s never asked me this before. I—I gotta go!” You turn off your phone, reach for your bag on the ground and shove your phone into it. Eren doesn’t even have a chance to even say goodbye with how fast you’re leaving.

He stands there with a disgusted look on his face, wondering how the fuck someone like Floch managed to get someone like you to get that excited for a fucking lunch. Not even Eren had gotten girls that excited for, and it made him realise and remember why you’re even kissing him to begin with.

It’s all for Floch.

You’re doing this to please Floch.

You’re unknowingly messing with the feelings of Eren to please your so-called boyfriend.

Eren notices the two of you eating at lunchtime, how you stare at Floch like he’s the most beautiful man on the planet and he just focuses on his burger, not even giving you a second glance. It makes him sick, sick to how oblivious you are being.

He doesn’t even touch his food, letting it go cold as he watches your table from the corner of his eyes. Connie wraps an arm around Eren’s shoulder, pulling him towards him and points a finger down at his food. “You gonna eat that? I’m starving!”

“Then buy your own food, stupid.” Jean buts in, sighing as he unwraps his burrito. “This is what happens when you blow all your money on fucking weed.”

“It wasn’t weed, dumbass, and stop talking about it so loud!” 

“You’re the only loud one here dumbass!”

“Both of you, shut the fuck up.” Eren groans, rubbing at temples and temporarily breaks the harsh eye contact with your table halfway across the room to glare at his stupid friends. “Take the stupid food.” Eren pushes the tray towards Connie a little bit too hard, some of the rice spilling onto the table.

The table goes quiet, Armin staring at Eren with deep concern, Jean looks at him weirdly, wondering why he’s throwing a tantrum for no reason and Connie looks more devastated over the spilled rice.

“Dude, what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” Eren grunts out before his eyes immediately go back to your table. The way you wipe at the rice on Floch’s face from just how messily he’s eating. He doesn’t even fucking acknowledge you, just nods in your direction before he’s back to chewing. 

“Ohhhh, that’s what’s got you so mad.” Connie’s face is resting on Eren’s shoulder, speaking a bit too loudly for comfort as his eyes trail towards your table. 

Eren shoves him off him and scoffs, “Nothing’s got me mad, eat your food and shut up, dude.”

“Yeah, fuckin’ right. You’re staring at that girl from yesterday.”

“What girl?!” Jean looks around the room, “What happened yesterday?”

“Eren brought this girl to his place yesterday and I mistook her for the pizza guy and then we all had fun. It was awesome, I like her.” Connie elbows Eren to grab his attention, “You should bring her to Sasha’s party, maybe Jean could meet her, y’know what m’sayin.” He wiggles his brows over towards Jean.

“Is she hot? What’s her name, what’s she do, how tall is she, tell me everything.” Jean shifts his chair closer, waiting for Connie to spill all the details about you.

Before Connie could even say a word, Eren slaps a hand over his mouth. “Don’t tell this manwhore shit, just leave her alone. She has a boyfriend anyway.” He gestures over towards your table across the room. Eren can’t bring himself to look over there, can’t bring himself to look over at how you’re whipped over this fucking loser, how he has you under his weird spell.

“Ewwwwwww, why Floch, bruh. She’s way too hot for him.” Jean clicks his tongue and looks back downa at his burrito, the sick image of Floch with a girlfriend before him burnt into his retinas now making him lose his appetite. “She’s pretty too—how much do you think he’s paying her?”

Eren chuckles at that. “Floch is broke as shit. Her feelings are genunine.” Sadly.

Connie laughs loudly.“Damn, he must have some sort of personality manipulation shit because he’s the most bitter dude I’ve ever met. I don’t even think it’s possible for him to be nice to a girl.” 

“Yeah, me too.” Eren looks over at the table one last time. Floch leans over, giving you a half assed kiss on the cheek that had no passion behind it whatsoever and leaves his rubbish on the table before standing up. He notices your best friend Hitch is next to you, giving him a dirty side-eye when he leaves and almost instantly you’re cleaning his mess.

She stops you with her hands, shaking her head and Eren can make out her mouthing something to you about how you don’t have to clean up his mess. You sigh and rest your head on her shoulder as you touch the cheek that he kissed and start talking, saying something that he can’t decipher due to the distance between both tables.

That same night, Eren hates the way he sat on his bed with your messages on display as he waits for you to send him that text to see if you’re gonna come. He knows for a fact you would’ve sent him that message probably the second you’d gotten home before Floch decided to contaminate your brain with his presence.

He’s sure the only thing you’re thinking about right now is Floch, which is the reason you’d forgotten the little deal you made with Eren earlier. You were in the mood after school, so you went back to Floch’s place and let him finger you. It didn’t feel nearly as good as when Eren had his fingers on you, but you didn’t really care.

You were just finally happy you managed to get a little bit further with him. He’s asked you to spend the night after your neck was covered in hickies and you were cuddled up so close to him that you had completely forgotten to text Eren back.

You had forgotten to attend the party and Eren waited for you, his eyes on the door practically the entire time. Everytime there was a knock on the door, his attention would fly towards it, waiting to see you, but it never was you.

You and him didn’t text for the next month, both of you waiting for the other to start the conversation. You assumed Eren was mad at you, even in class he wouldn’t look in your direction despite you trying so hard to look at him. But you never had the confidence to actually go up to him and talk.

The amount of times you’d take late ‘night walks’ to his Block, to his floor tempting to knock on his door but you chickened out each time. It was frustrating. You weren’t even sure why he had suddenly stopped talking to you, ever since that day in the storage cabinet, you haven’t heard from him.

It was late at night and Eren was currently struggling to stay focused to study for these exams. Armin had kindly lent him some material that was already annotated which was a huge help to Eren because not only was Armin’s handwriting neat, he annotated a lot which means all the answers were practically there for him.

The hard part however, is actually learning it. That was Eren’s main problem with academics. Gripping his pen tight in his hand, he groans, leaning back against his gaming chair. His phone has been off for the last hour to not tempt himself to get distracted, but maybe one distraction won’t hurt?

He presses down on the power button, waiting a couple seconds for it to turn on. He’s bombarded with a bunch of notifications and is so ready to open the groupchat, awaiting what bullshit Connie got himself into this time, but it’s not from Connie, or Jean or Mikasa, or Armin. 

They’re from you.

He blinks down at his phone, the 9+ messages from you that he’s scared to open. For some reason, his fingers just hover over the screen. They’re from 10 minutes ago, but it still says you’re online. Should he respond? Should he open?

Fuck it.

YOU: hi eren

YOU: its been a while and i know i just wanted to tell you that imy/ its been like a month  

YOU: this is so embarrassing

YOU: i tried to talk to you in school but i got scared

YOU: ur so intimidating for no rzn? You know that?

YOU: idk if youre mad at me or not 

YOU: and idk what i did wrong or if youre just a busy person but i just wanted to get like some closure?

YOU: pls respond it took me a month to gather up this much courage

YOU: anyway i see youre offline so ill be waiting 

YOU: i hope youve been doing well though :)

Eren reads the messages and doesn’t even realise he has a slight smile on his face.

EREN: hey no i wasnt avoiding you

YOU: OMG you responded

YOU: my heart is beating so fast rn you dont even understand. 

YOU: i fucking broke up with floch. You and ur stupid friends were right, hes nothing but shit. Apparently he had another girlfriend the entire time he was ‘dating’ me

EREN: wth? How r u feeling?

YOU: yh i feel like fucking shit lmao but its cool. Anyway what are you doing?

EREN: im sorta studying rn

EREN: wait are you good at english?

YOU: yeah i hate it but im pretty good at it

EREN: do you wanna come over?

YOU: YES

YOU: oops caps

YOU: ill be there ina  couple moments see you <3

A couple moments seemed to be around 10 minutes which caught Eren a little bit off guard. You walk inside with a thick bag full of your English books. “Hey, could you maybe help me carry this? I brought all my books because I didn’t know which one you were learning and I was too scared to ask you so I just packed them all.”

“Sure.” You feel like a heavy weight has been lifted off your back the moment Eren easily helps you slip your backpack off your shoulders, setting it on the kitchen counter easily. “You could’ve just sent me a text y’know? Saves you the trouble.”

“I don’t know if I told you this before, but you’re very intimidating.” You chuckle to yourself and watch as Eren searches for the English book he’s currently studying in class. “And besides, you can keep all those books. I don’t study English anymore, that was last year.”

“For real? Thanks.” Eren nods in your direction before pulling out the book. “Alright so like, briefly summarise it for me.”

“Okay…” You give Eren a brief explanation of the book and he gives you a confused look so you realise you have to dumb it down for him a little bit more. “Does that make sense?”

“Yeah.”

You move a bit closer to him, realising there’s quite a bit of distance between you both. “Really? Or are you just saying that to get me to shut up.” 

“Why would I want you to shut up?” Eren moves closer to you, pulling you towards him with a hand on your hip. “I like the sound of your voice.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.” He cups the back of your neck with his hand, fingers enclosing around the warm skin of your neck. You try not to swallow, not with the way his fingers brush against your esophagus. “It’s sexy.”

You part your lips to say something but close them, not knowing what exactly to say or how to respond to that. “Oh.” You breathe out, not breaking eye contact with him. “So—so is yours.”

Eren uses his thumb to caress the front of your throat. Eren bends down to your level, skimming his lips over the skin of your ear and humming lowly, eliciting a shiver from you. “Really? You like my voice too?” You hate how he can purposefulyl drop his voice just to get a reaction out of you. You hate the fact that it turns you on.

“Mm—” You struggle to let the words out, not when his thumb is continuously grazing your throat, pushing your words back down each time you try to speak. “Stop.”

“Stop what?” He lightly squeezes the sides of your throat and you hate the little gasp you let out at the action.

His eyes go wide with amusement and you can tell he’s about to do it again, so you wriggle your way out from his grip and he makes no move to stop you. “You’re sick.”

“You like it though.” Eren cages you in between himself at the kitchen counter, the corners digging into your spine.

“Who said I do?” You cross your arms together, refusing to let him know how quick you are to crumbling underneath his gaze.

“I know you do.” He says no more, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You instantly bunch up his shirt in your hands before sliding them underneath to feel up on his chest. Eren groans, feeling your cold palms rub against his hardened skin. 

“Can you teach me now?” You break the kiss, tugging on the waistband of his pants. “I’ve been waiting a month.”

“Teach you what, baby?” He drops his head down to where your fingers are grazing the hem of his pants. “You want me to teach you with my dick?”

“I wanna make you feel good. Please.”

“Okay, fine, c’mere.” He grabs your hand and leads you over to his room. He takes a seat on his bed. You kneel in between his legs, placing your hands on your lap as you wait for his next instructions. “Okay, so for one, no biting—”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Yeah, thanks for the headsup Eren. I knew that already. I watched a video—”

“You what?” He laughs. “A video? What did they teach you?”

“How bout you let me show you?” You kneel upwards, holding onto the hem of his sweatpants before pulling them down. “You’re really hard. We just kissed, man.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I watched porn before this.” 

“Yeah, okay. I'll act like I believe you.” You say sarcastically before you slip your hand inside his boxers, being careful not to hold onto it too tight and slowly start to move your hand up and down the shaft. The groan that leaves his mouth was worth it and he throws his head back, a shaky ‘fuck’ leaving his lips. “What now, Eren?”

“Uhh—just keep doin’ that, yeah—shit—and watch the tip, it’s sensitive.” You nod your head as you keep stroking his pulsating cock, throbbing against your palm every stroke. You keep that up for a couple more seconds befire you pull his cock out from hiz boxers, moving back a little when it slaps up against his stomach. “Oh fuck, its—woah.” You say, breathlessly and Eren leans back and smirks as he sees your reaction.

“Was it as big as your stupid video?”

“Bigger,” You’re in awe. Sure, you’ve seen a dick before, but not in real life. Not even Floch’s. “Holy shit, can I—” You point at it and Eren nods his head. Your chest fills with anxiety, wondering just how you’re going to fit that in your mouth.

Eren looks at your face, how it looks slightly panicked and he pulls your face closer by hooking two fingers under your chin. “Hey, you don’t have to take things fast, okay? Just start with the tip.”

You nod your head, removing his fingers from your chin and you stare back down his leaky tip. It twitches every so often, probably from the sheer amount of strength it's using to hold itself upright. It looks really heavy and thick. Eren chokes on his breath when he sees you move your head down, your soft tongue darting out to lick the head.

You lick at it in circles a couple times, lapping at the beads of his precum leaking out from the tip. It’s very salty and not what you’d expected but everything makes sense now, why Hitch told you never to swallow on the first try. 

You look into his eyes, seeing how his own gaze is trained directly onto your lips as he waits to see them wrap around his cock. You decide to humour him, bending down to suck on the fat head slowly, barely fitting it into your mouth, you have to stretch your mouth open wide, wider than any popsicle you’d had eaten before. 

“God—fuck.” Eren closes his eyes, breaking the contact with your lips and lets his head fall back. The sight is something to behold, his chest is heaving heavily, breathy pants leave his lips the longer you suction your cheeks together, applying just what you hope is the right amount of pressure.

“Shit, don’t forget to—wait—” Eren sits up from his hands, bracing himself up on the bed with his left hand behind him and brings his right hand to come forward, grasping his cock around your hands. “Move your hands up and down while you suck it, alright?” His voice is soft yet gruff and comes out really shaky.

You do as he says, leaning back down to suck on his head and let his hand guide yours up and down his shaft. “Use your tongue too—goddamn—” He groans, but not in pain but pleasure as he feels your tongue dart along his tip in circles. 

Each pump of his cock brings more precum to his tip that you suck up each time. “How do I take more?” You ask, pulling back up to look into his eyes.

“Okay, uh, tap my thigh to tell me when to pull you back up okay? Don’t want you to choke.” You sit up eagerly, nodding your head and wait for him to place his fingers on the back of your head. You let him guide you down, opening your mouth as wide as you can (making sure your teeth are out of the way), before you engulf the tip once more. 

He pushes your head down a little more, throwing his head back against his shoulders as he welcomes the warm sensation of your mouth against his cock. The inside of your mouth feels better than he’d imagined, fuck. “So fuckin’ good, you feel s’fuckin—” 

Eren groans when you moan around his cock and impusively pushes you down further, desperate to get you to the bottom of his cock and if you let him, fuck your tight throat. “Baby, can you take more?” You look up and moan since you can’t verbally respond. “Good, good, don’t forget to tap okay?” 

With that, you allow him to push your head down farther, ignoring the stretching burn in your jaw, ignoring the pools of saliva leaking from your mouth onto his cock, helping make it wetter to help you go down easier.  “There you go, you’re so close—” Eren hisses, using his left hand to grip the sheets underneath his palms tight, stopping himself from fucking his hips up.

He can feel when his dick hits the entrance of your throat, stilling you for a moment and you fight the urge to choke. “Can I go further?” It’s hard to nod your head, but you try. It’s a failed attempt, but it makes him chuckle, pushing you down further, starting you slow, inching you further downwards with a groan.

Your hands fly to his knees, digging your nails into them when his tip starts to slip down past your throat. You gag, hard, your throat contracting around his tip hard enough to pull a groan from him. “Fuck — s’tight, shit, fuck.” He keeps pushing your head down, not even realising the hard press of your nails against his kneecaps. You haven’t tapped at his thigh yet, meaning you can take a little more. 

Something inside him switches, like a flip of a switch the moment he sees a teardrop down from your eye. He watches it slide down the bump of your cheek before dripping down onto the skin of his thigh. “Take it—” He groans out, easing more of his cock down the passage of your throat, “Take my fuckin’ cock.”

You gag when he slowly thrusts his hips up, forcing your throat to open up more. You swat his hands away from your hair, gripping onto his thighs before pulling your head all the way back up before taking him down all the way, nose brushing against his pelvis. 

You briefly remember from the video, the woman telling you to make sure you use your throat as much as possible, so you try and swallow. Your throat convulses around his cock, squeezing it so tight Eren actually moans. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, shit, shit [Name], I’m gon—fuck, m’cummin’...” His hips jerk upwards, completely shoving the rest of his cock deep down your throat and you feel it, feel his cock pulsate against your tongue before his cum squirts down your throat, not even giving you a moment.

You choke and pull completely off him, coughing as you try your hardest to swallow his load. Eren pants, lifting a hand from the bed to wipe at the tears falling down your cheek. “Shit—are you okay?” He pulls you up from the floor and onto his bed.

“Y-yeah.” You hate the way your throat sounds used and abused. Your voice is so hoarse and croaky. “Did I do good?”

“You did amazing, baby.” Eren presses a kiss on your forehead and you pause for a moment, looking up at him before leaning forward to kiss him.  He falls back against the bed, allowing you to straddle his waist. His hands grip onto your waist, groaning when you slide your tongue against his bottom lip, taking the oppurtinity to wrap your lips around the length of his tongue, applying the slightest amount of pressure as you suck on it.

Eren slides his hands down from your waist, gripping your ass through your pants, he squeezes them in his grip before slipping his hands inside your pants for a better grip. You moan into the kiss, allowing him to grind your hips down against his exposed cock that you can feel poking at your thigh.

“Eren—” You pull away, “how do I give a hickey?”

“A hickey, huh?” Eren pushes you off his lap to adjust his positioning better. He grabs his pillow, setting it beside his head before perching you atop his lap once more. He brushes his hair to the side, allowing his neck some room. “Just place your lips where you want the hickey to go.”

You nod your head, leaning forward to examine his neck, using your spare hand to move his head to the left to allow more room. “Here.” You place your finger over his pulse, just underneath his jawline. 

“Okay.” Eren breathes out, preparing himself for the soft press of your lips against his skin. He’s not sure if he can handle it, already feeling some type of way after a few kisses from you. Now you’ll be marking him.

He hopes one day you’ll let him mark you.

“Part your lips, and press them firm onto the spot.” You do as said, parting your lips into an ‘o’ shape, before leaning down, pressing them firmly against his skin. Eren lets out a shaky exhale the moment you start to suck, hard, onto the skin.

“Fuck—yeah—not too hard though.” Eren closes his eyes, getting a bit carried away and letting his head lolled back onto the bed frame. The action causes your lips to slip slightly, unlatching itself from the spot.

“Don’t move--” You shift onto his lap a bit more to reposition his head. Eren groans when your ass brushes up against his cock, his hands flying out to your waist to keep to still. There’s a sort of light pink spot on his neck, indicating the hickey in progress. 

You lean down, relatching your lips against the spot, sucking a little harder this time, determined to make the light pink turn red.

“You s-shouldn’t suck for too long,” You want to rub your thighs together at how breathless he sounds. “You should take breaks—” He slides a hand from your waist to the back of your neck to pull you out from his neck to smash his lips against yours again. He couldn’t help it. Your lips feel so good.

You break the kiss just as fast as he initiated it, placing soft pecks onto his jawline, kissing up to his ear, then back to his neck, circling your tongue around the hickey before sucking down hard again.

“Shit—” Eren breathes out, sliding his hands down to your pants, peeling them away slowly to fondle with your bare asscheeks. “Keep goin’ —fuck—” He uses his strong grip to grind you up the length of his cock imprint, back and forth, back and forth, till you moan against his neck, panting against the skin as you struggle to keep sucking.

“Eren—” You pull to look into his eyes, grinding your hips down whenever he drags them forward. “Please.” You breathe, sliding your hands down to his shoulders, pulling him towards you. Your back arches into the kiss, feeling his body relax in relief underneath you. His lips move against yours, massaging them with his own and you don’t hesitate to open your mouth to sliding your tongue with his. His lips clamp around your tongue, and you moan, grinding down your hips harder agaisnt his cock.

The hand that was on your ass grips tighter, making you gasp as he breaks away from the kiss to taste the skin on your neck. You’re too out of it to even realise what he’s doing; too unaware to notice the suction of his lips against your skin, unaware to feel the blood rising to the skin of your neck as you dry hump Eren Yeager.

You come crashing back down to reality when you feel his teeth nipping at the skin of your neck. He breaks the contact to grunt out against your skin as you grind down into his lap. “Feel so fuckin’---shit.” Eren’s hands move faster, using more force to try to stimulate his painfully hard cock t. Needs more of that friction before he can come. 

Again.

“Eren—I’m—” You hide your face into his neck when he slips a hand down from your asscheeks to brush against your clit, rubbing the tiny nub in circles, left to right, then reversing it. You can feel a pressure build up against your stomach, silent breathy gasps and moans escape your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut at the stimulation. When you open them again, you notice the red mark on his neck. Hungry to please, you gather all your energy to lift yourself from his neck, pressing your lips against the spot once more, sucking hard until you hear Eren curse and his movements still.

Breathy pants leave his lips as he has to blink the white spots in his eyes away, trying to stop his hips from jolting upwards to meet your ass. He had to stop himself before he ended up cumming for the second time. You, thankfully, didn’t notice how close he was to orgasm; instead, you focused on the dark red mark on Eren’s neck, completely oblivious to your own.

“I did it, Eren!” You move his head to the side to get a better look at the hickey. “Woah. I just marked you.” You lean forward to brush your foreheads together, “this means you’re mine now.”

“Yeah? Cause guess what, baby.” Eren reaches for his phone behind him, pulling the camera out, flipping it before using one large hand, he tilts your head to the side to expose the hickey he had also left on your neck, “That means you’re mine too.”

— A BLESSING IN DISGUISE FT. EREN JAEGER !

☰ synopsis: eren has an annoying habit of going back on his word. this time however, you’re more than glad that he does.

contains: female reader, penetrative sex, period sex, smallest bit of fingering, praise, established relationship. reader is a lil in their head. one mention of blood and pregnancy. 2k words.

you know better than to believe a single word that comes out of eren’s mouth.

not that he’s a liar per se—there’s no malintent behind his actions, especially when it comes to you. it’s just that, he can often be found saying, and doing the opposite of what he really wants.

like yesterday, for instance. he made himself nice and comfortable on your side of the bed—tossing pillows and destroying neatly tucked sheets as he swore up and down that he was simply keeping it warm while you did your skincare. fifteen minutes of pampering later, and there’s a small dark spot forming right beneath the mouth of your now fast asleep and immovable boyfriend.

add that to his already lengthy resume—filled to the brim with reassuring promises of nah i’m not hungry, i’m not sleeping, i don’t care where we eat, and your personal favourite, i don’t even get cold—and there you have it, a bad habit. you know better, though. he is hungry, he’s about to fall asleep, he’s not in the mood for burgers, and he can’t even feel his ears and fingers anymore.

you’re well acquainted with this habit. you know better than anyone how annoying it is. even so, eren can make it seem like a blessing in disguise.

“i said no,” you huff, firmly pressing a wet hand against his chest as you peer out from behind the dark grey shower curtain.

you watch as a few water droplets run down his chest—mocking you as they inch lazily along the ridges of his abs, ultimately disappearing as they absorb into the waistband of his sweats. in that brief moment, you second guess your answer.

“come on, there’re benefits y’know,” he hums, wrapping a hand around your wrist and pulling—a smug attempt at coaxing you out from behind the pesky fabric. he semi succeeds, forcing your free arm to cup your breasts as you stumble forwards a bit.

benefits, huh? you make a mental note not to be alarmed if you see can i still have sex with my girl when she’s on her period in his browser history at some point.

“eren,” you wince, feeling that infamous throb in your lower abdomen. his gaze softens ever so subtly upon noticing, and he’s quick to loosen his grip—non verbally telling you to shuffle back into the hot water. “we are not having sex while i’m on my period,” you mumble, “dream on.”

you’re not against the idea—hell, you’re famous for pouncing on any and all opportunities that involve him fucking you. however, your worry stems from the inevitable mess you’d make on him. the last thing you want is to gross him out.

“fine, just lemme in,” he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning his head against the wall right outside the shower. “i’ll behave.”

“yeah, right,” you smile to yourself and roll your eyes as you reach for your body wash—vanilla coconut, eren’s favourite. surely he won’t mind. “behaving isn’t really one of your strengths.”

“but making you feel good is,” he hums. you don’t need to look to know he’s sporting that infamous grin, but something possesses you to turn around anyways—and there it is, ear to ear as he leans his head past the curtain and eyes you up and down.

you don’t feel your best, and you’re certain you’re not looking it either with all those lingering pms symptoms—it’s day one after all. eren however, is staring at you like you’re the most gorgeous being to grace this planet. you’re not sure whether to attribute it to his hormones or yours—but that insatiable glint in his eyes is indisputable, and hot.

a long, drawn out sigh falls from your lips as you turn your back on him again, continuing to lather yourself up. he watches silently, waiting for what he knows is coming. you’re going to kick him out of the bathroom in five. four. three. two.

“are you coming or not?”

one point eren. he rids himself of his clothes in a matter of seconds—not that he was wearing all that much to begin with, but it probably broke a record for something, somewhere. he’s standing behind you now, tugging at your hips until your back is flush with his chest. his chin digs into your shoulder as he wraps his hands around you, rubbing them dangerously low on your tummy. you smell so good, and your skin is so soft and warm—every ounce of self control he has is working overtime.

“eren,” you warn, feeling his lips start to leave open mouthed kisses along your neck. you have to lie to yourself—filling your brain with the worst possible outcomes. if you don’t, you’ll be the one to lose control, and then you’d really be fucked—in more ways than one.

“just relax,” he hums, dropping his hands lower and pressing a palm against the plush skin right between your hip bones—simultaneously grazing his fingers against your folds. “i’ve got you.”

whether or not that was intentional is up for debate—but it was you squirming nonetheless. you tug your bottom lip between your teeth as a precautionary measure, letting yourself lean back against him. that dull ache from earlier—you’re sure it’s still there, you just can’t feel it anymore because you’re too focused on him.

“tell me if you want me to stop, ‘kay?” he whispers, warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear as he gives your hips a light squeeze. he settles a hand back between your legs, pressing the pad of his middle finger against your clit and circling it slowly.

“e-eren,” you choke out, craning your neck to the side in hopes of seeing his face.

“mm, yeah baby? feel good?” he shifts his gaze to you, charming smile glued to his lips as he runs a finger along your slit a few times—focusing back on your clit with a faster pace. he’s pretty, baby hairs clinging to his forehead and cheeks tinted a light pink—either the heat of the room is finally getting to him, or you are. his movements are rather simple, but they have you nearing orgasm already. you chalk it up to his sweet talking, or maybe it’s those damn hormones—oh, yeah.

curious, you tilt your head downwards. will eren have blood on his fingers? will he stop if he does? and what if he—

“hey,” before your eyes can even make it between your legs, he’s placing a hand on your throat—forcing you to lean back against his shoulder and look at him as he peers down. “don’t worry about it,” he mumbles, rubbing his thumb on your skin, “gonna fuck you either way, y’know that, right?”

“please,” you whimper, squirming until you’re free from his grasp, “i need you.” you turn to face him for the first time, snaking your arms around his neck and kissing him. you can feel him smirking against your lips, and if you had to guess—you’d say he’s amused by how eager you’ve suddenly become.

“i must be dreaming,” he throws your comment from earlier back at you, words muffling into your mouth. you’re not immune to his smugness, even in your desperate state—you wrap a hand around his cock, running your thumb across the tip.

his breath hitches, and the movement of his lips against yours falters briefly as he groans into your mouth. your power trip ends almost as quickly as it starts though, because now you’re being pressed against the cool ceramic as eren slips his tongue into your mouth.

“fuck,” he hisses, wiping at the little string of spit that hangs from your bottom lip as he pulls away. he hooks an arm underneath one of your legs and lines himself up at your entrance, peering up at you with hungry eyes. “hold on to me.”

you gasp in unison as he pushes the head of his cock into you, absentmindedly digging your nails into each other’s skin. he rests his forearm just above your head, more or less letting his hips do the work—though his pace is slow, presumably from him not wanting to go too hard.

you on the other hand, have to bite your tongue to prevent yourself from begging him to go harder. instead, you do it yourself—or at least you try. the position he has you in makes it rather impossible for you to gain any type of control, but you buck and twist your hips nonetheless, searching greedily for more.

again, eren is amused by this, flashing a devilish grin at your meager attempt to get yourself off on his cock—how adorable. he’s not an idiot, though. if this is what you want, it’s what you’ll get.

he thrusts into you, harder, faster—brows pulling together in concentration as he stares down at the spot where you connect. shit. on instinct, you tilt your head forward.

“don’t,” he growls, wrapping a hand around your throat again, a little rougher this time. “eyes on me, baby. only me.”

he holds your gaze, savouring the way your face contorts with each drag of his cock, the way your strangled moans echo off the walls—he’s on fire, and not from the blazing atmosphere of the room.

“fuckk,” he drawls, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. he’s close, but he needs to make you cum first—because his research also informed him that while low, there was still a risk of getting you pregnant. so, he’s going to pull out.

“eren, i’m gonna—hah,” you whimper, like music to his ears. the knot in your stomach tightens, but —you hold back, denying yourself the pleasure of cumming. all you can think of, is the crime scene that would appear below you.

“let it out, baby,” he chimes in, fully aware of how close you are. you’re clamping down on his cock, making it incredibly difficult for him to keep up that heavenly pace—but you know that ultimately his determination beats yours by a landslide. he rests his forehead against yours, tunnelling your vision even more. “cum for me,” he pants, “you deserve it, s-such a good girl.”

you can’t help it. you tilt your head back as your walls flutter around his cock, and he sees that as an opportunity to kiss and nip at your throat. he’s babbling strings of praise into your skin—feeling nothing but pride as you cum on him.

he barely pulls out in time, instantly shooting his load onto your torso as he fists his cock. his smile is lazy as he gathers a bit of his cum on his middle and index fingers, bringing them to your lips and almost cumming a second time as you stick your tongue out.

“fuck i love you,” he grunts, feeling the vibrations of your moans as you suck his fingers clean. he pulls you under the steady stream of water and kisses you—meticulously twisting and angling your bodies so that any remnants of mess, both his and yours, will never be seen by you.

“feel any better?” he asks, biting his black hair tie between his teeth as he tugs his wet hair into a much neater, but still somehow dishevelled bun.

“yeah,” you mumble, clinging to him for balance. you’re not sure when all the feeling disappeared from your legs, but it did—in the same way that your cramps have ceased to exist, for the time being at least. “so much for behaving.”

“c’mon,” he pauses as he reaches for the handle, making sure to keep an arm wrapped around you. “you just said you feel better.”

you stare at him blankly, hoping that if you do this long enough, he’ll be able to read your mind.

“what?” he tilts his head, searching your face for clues. only when you guide one of his hands onto your tits does he realize. “you need more, baby?” he grins, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “want me to make you feel the best you ever have?”

he’s def on twitter after this quoting the real men don’t mind getting a little blood on their swords thing ew (i like and rt it)

dazzling haze, mysterious way

(eren x female reader)

college au; enemies to lovers

wc: 7k+

warnings: cursing, suggestive if you squint really hard

a/n: i have no excuses for this madness, please know i am embarrassed. considering writing a part 2 if you enjoy!

Things being back home for the holidays usually means:

a) indulging in your dad’s creamy homemade hot cocoa, b) having at least one christmas movie night with Christa, c) spending half of said christmas movie night repeatedly asking Christa to put her phone down (she can text her girlfriend after Juliet answers the doorbell to find Mark carrying a boombox playing a christmas carol and large cue cards), d) getting some well deserved rest after a decent finals week

Things being back home for the holidays doesn’t usually mean:

a) forgetting your favorite sweater at your dorm like a dumbass, b) finding out your dad fell prey of food poisoning, c) having to threaten to throw your brother’s nintendo switch out the window if he doesn’t stop smoking in his room, d) being so short on money you’re forced to look for babysitting jobs to roll out the slim earnings you get from working as a tutor on campus

So here you are, buried in a gigantic white puffer jacket and handmade scarf, backpack heavy with books, DVDs, craft supplies. Here you are, ringing the doorbell of one of the fanciest houses of the entire, affluent neighborhood you’ve been directed to by the woman who had called you yesterday. You sincerely hope you didn’t get off the bus too early nor too late, as this is not really a part of your hometown you’re familiar with.

You are, however, fairly familiar with the 5’12 broad chested green eyed cable knit sweater and pajama bottoms wearing figure opening the door.

“Thanks, we don’t need anything” he says, gaze flickering over your outfit, only one second spent wondering where you could possibly be hiding a vacuum cleaner.

Does he really not recognize you? Is it the scarf or is he actually that much of an idiot?

“Does Gabi live here?” you ask, unimpressed.

His eyebrows raise in interest.

“She isn’t old enough to buy anything”

“Eren, I’m here to babysit” it feels so weird to say his name out loud to someone that isn't Mikasa or Christa. It’s weird to call him by his name while he’s there to actually hear it.

“Do I know you?” his gaze narrows, gears in his head working exceptionally hard to try and remember a face that simply isn’t familiar enough for him to pinpoint.

You sigh.

“Isn’t your mom here? She asked me to come today and has already paid in advance. I can leave but—”

He finally opens the door fully, a gust of wind makes him shiver and it finally dawns on him that it’d probably be rude to let you freeze on his doorstep.

“Come in, I’ll call her” he moves to the side and you accept the invitation with relief, hands ice cold even if buried inside your pockets.

The house is warm, smells nice and you can hear that the tv is on in the living room. You stay by the door, watch as he heads to what you can only guess is the kitchen and comes out shortly after, phone squeezed between his cheek and shoulder as he removes the hair band sitting around his wrist with his teeth.

“Hey mom” you do your best not to stare as he ties his hair back and the sweater rises up slightly, revealing part of an annoyingly toned stomach “yeah, ‘m fine. Someone’s here, she says it’s to babysit Gabi?”

However, you are staring. Which explains why you slightly jump when his gaze is suddenly on you again as he hums, listening to whatever explanation his mom is giving him.

“Ah, right. She says you already paid?”

“I can leave and send the money back” you take a small step forward but Eren motions you to keep quiet with a raise of his pointer finger.

“Okay, I got it. Yes, I’ll tell her. Thanks, you too, tell dad I said hi” he smiles softly before ending the call and shoving the phone in his pocket.

“It’s honestly my fault, I came back one day earlier than expected. She’s embarrassed and so sorry and will call you later to apologize”

“It’s really no problem, I’ll just send the payment back” you’re already with one hand on the door handle, hoping to god the next bus will come within an hour, when his fingers delicately close around your wrist.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You can stay”

“There’s no need, just take the money and I’ll be on my way”

Eren suddenly furrows his brows for a second, then his hand reaches over to your scarf and gently pulls it down enough to reveal the entirety of your nose and mouth.

“Ah, you’re the tutor girl. Thought I recognized that polemic tone” and now you finally find him more familiar as well, with that snarky smirk and teasing gaze.

“I wouldn’t need to be polemic if you actually cooperated for once in your life”

He brings both hands to his chest, a fake grimace distorting his features.

“Ouch. Still can’t believe Armin describes you as pleasant to be around”

You click your tongue in annoyance.

“Likewise. I’ll send the money back when I get home” you grumble, turning around to open the door once again. It sucks, cause you need it and your house is half an hour away and it’s 28.4 °F outside, but it’s the right thing to do.

“Hey, listen” Eren doesn’t grab your wrist a second time, his hand reaches the door handle instead. In an attempt to keep it shut, he’s basically hovering above you, an invasion of your personal space so sudden you barely have the time to register that he smells sickeningly nice. Way better than you have anticipated, given that he usually looks like someone who showers once a month and even then refuses to wash his legs cause water and soap rinse down on them anyway.

“She has homework, some kind of project to do. I’m too tired to deal with it, just do the job so you can keep the money and I can keep watching house of the dragon”

“Who is that? ” a high pitched voice asks, making you jump. Eren’s infamous smirk appears once again as he leans forward even more to whisper a good luck though, she’s a pain in the ass right to the shell of your ear. The shudder is a perfectly normal, balanced reaction that you hope to fuck he doesn’t notice.

“She’s your new mom, Gab! Mine finally decided I’m the only one worth keeping around, so she’s given you up for adoption, again” he finally pulls back and winks at his sister, who returns him an unimpressed look.

“Hi, Gabi, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m just gonna be here for a few hours to keep you company” you take off your scarf and attempt a smile. The petite, young girl staring back at you seems offended.

“I don’t need a babysitter, I’m twelve”

God, she really is his sister. The medium length black hair half tied above her head with large strands framing each side of a very skeptical face is the same as his, only darker.

“Have fun” Eren grins, patting your shoulder once before disappearing into the living room once again.

You clear your throat and kneel down to place your backpack on the floor, unzipping your jacket in an effort to stop sweating. What do they have in the house, radiators buried in the damn walls? 

“I’m not here to babysit” you smile again “I won’t even bother you if you don’t want me to. Just thought I could give you a hand to finish whatever schoolwork you may have, so you can enjoy the rest of the holidays doing whatever you like”

Gabi weights down her options, studying you for a few moments. She knows she’s gonna have to do her homework anyway, sooner or later, so if this stranger suddenly appearing at her house is going to be there regardless, she might as well be of use.

“Whaddya have in there?” she suspiciously eyes your backpack and you zip it open to give her free peeking access. Gabi kneels on the carpet as well, snooping around the content of the indigo eastpak. “These movies are lame” she grumbles, holding one of the DVDs in between her pointer and middle finger.

You fake a gasp.

“Hey! I’ll have you know that Balto is an all time classic” you grumble back, taking the DVD back. Gabi fights the smile already tugging at her lips. She usually likes adults who talk to her as if she’s one of them, and you seem kinda fun. But it’s too early to let you know.

“What’s the crafting stuff for? I’m not three” she bites again, standing up with her arms crossed. You shrug.

“Those are for me, in case I get bored. I create killer notebooks from scratch, sometimes a pinwheel or two if I feel inspired enough” you casually wink, finally taking off your jacket and hanging it by the door, over your scarf.

“So, I guess, if you don’t want my help I may as well go craft myself something” you dramatically sigh, throwing your backpack over one shoulder and starting to march towards the living room.

“Actually, I kinda have a project for school” she mumbles under her breath, still loud enough for you to hear.

“Oh?” you turn around, brows raised.

“I have to make a snow globe and associate a story with it”

“D’you think I could help with that?”

She casually scratches her nose, shifting her weight from one leg to the other.

“Okay”

“How did you even manage to fit all that in one backpack?” Gabi eyes the materials scattered on the kitchen table, appalled. There’s paint, fake snow, fishing line, brushes, some small wooden decorations, ribbons, a glue gun.

“I have my ways” you chuckle “do you have everything we need?”

“I guess” she sounds skeptical, your favorite emotion to work with.

“Great! Let’s wash the container first, use warm soapy water and scrub well”

“Aren’t you supposed to do that?”

“Nope” you pop the p “you’re the one in charge, remember?”

She snorts but heads to the sink anyway, to do as instructed. You wait at the table, foot tapping lightly on the polished parquet floor. When she comes back and sits next to you, you can tell that she’s holding back some curiosity about how the whole thing is going to turn out.

“Wanna pick the decorations we’re going to use?” you smile, pushing the small wooden figures towards her “I have stars, trees, a truck, a bear, I think that’s a reindeer and, well, a slightly crooked snowman”

Gabi takes the decorations in her hands one by one, carefully inspecting each of them, pensive. The crests forming on her forehead as she focuses remind you of the exact same ones Eren gets when trying to understand how to solve a problem sheet.

“Let’s use the stars, the trees and the crooked snowman. We could give him a nice story”

“Sounds good to me. Wanna do the honors?” you ask, handing her a brush.

“I get to paint them?” her voice comes out slightly squeaky, coated with genuine excitement and, as you nod, she finally rewards you with a big, warm smile.

With your chin resting in the palm of your hand, you fondly watch as she focuses on making the stars, the trees and the snowman come alive with gentle strokes of color. She’s pretty talented and gets into it soon, asking for your opinion from time to time. As soon as she’s finished with the stars, you cut two pieces of fishing line and glue the stars onto one end. Then you take the other end and glue it to the inside of the lid, letting the stars dangle downward. This earns you a wow, you’re actually good at this stuff.

Time passes comfortably as you continue to work on the little project. You help Gabi glue the red ribbon around the (now painted green) lid, adding some twine to keep it in place. She fills the inside of the container with the fake snow and insists on getting some pink glitter from her room to give the snow more character. Lastly, she carefully glues down the decorations in the container, places the lid on top and snaps it closed.

When Eren steps into the kitchen, almost two hours later, he briefly stops to take in the view of you two bent over the messiest table he’s ever seen, paper sheets and colored pencils scattered everywhere as you confabulate in soft whispers occasionally interrupted by genuine giggles. He doesn’t remember seeing his little sister giggle with a stranger, like, ever.

“What’re you doing?” he inquires, finally bringing himself to interrupt the magical exchange he’s witnessing. You both look up as he approaches the table and Gabi proudly indicates your work of art.

“We made a snow globe!” she announces.

“Did you, now?” Eren fails to hold back a smile as he takes a look, carefully twisting the container in his hands.

“And we’re giving the snowman a story” Gabi grins, handing him one of the sheets on which she has drawn a scene from the tale you’re both trying to come up with.

His gaze flickers on you, amused, as if waiting for you to add something.

“His name’s Holly” your smile is uncharacteristically sheepish as you take back the page from his hands, accidentally grazing his fingers.

“Holly Berry” Gabi clarifies, which causes another sudden fit of laughter Eren can’t help but feel dragged into. He doesn’t really understand why or how he ends up sitting at the table as well, examining each drawing and handwritten paragraph you have produced. He can’t pinpoint the exact moment he starts coming up with ideas for the plot himself, suggesting that Holly Berry was actually a human raised in a village of snowmen for so long he eventually turned into one, although slightly imperfect, thus not always treated kindly by his fellow villagers. Eren Yeager actually takes a pencil in his hand and starts sketching drawings of gingerbread houses, candy cane forests and lakes of ribbon candies. He gives Holly Berry a human face and is offended by the way you steal the pencil from in between his fingers, mumbling that those features resemble more a potato than a human being. And yet he isn’t offended for long, because you reach across the table to fix the sketch with decisive and unforgiving strokes, but he can smell your shampoo and feel the warmth radiating from your face on his, so he has to lean forward just a tiny bit more.

“It does look better like this”, he concedes. The slight gruffness punctuating his words makes you look up and pull back to your chair immediately, in what definitely isn’t a suave motion. You know how attractive he is, because you’re not blind nor an idiot, although you’ve never been this close to him. He appears to reach a whole new level of attractiveness when his features are relaxed, cheeks slightly dusted with pink, eyes focused on whatever his skilled hands are tracing on a page. What makes it worse, is that he clearly knows. Which is not a bad thing per se, but just adds perfectly to that asshole attitude of his.

You know Eren Yeager because he’s like a celebrity. Best player of the Trost University men’s basketball team, decent grades, a party thrower that usually spends said parties sitting in a corner making out with hot girls, part of a large, loud group of friends, doesn’t smile much in public, usually dresses in black. You’ve seen him around campus for so long and yet only got to talk to him once, because of Armin, who works as a tutor as well. One afternoon, Eren had suddenly decided to barge in your friendly study session, annoyingly talking over and over and over again about trivial matters, not even acknowleding your presence until you asked him if he was aware of the interruption he was causing.

“Sorry, you are?”

“This is y/n, we tutor students together”, Armin cleared his throat, uncomfortable, apologetic gaze finding your annoyed one.

Eren had barely spared you a glance and a slight nod.

“’Kay, well, can’t you leave early today? Jean’s being a massive pain in my ass about tonight’s party and-”

“He can’t leave early, we’re busy”, you cut him off impatiently, pencil drumming on the textbook page opened in front of you.

He looked at you like he couldn’t believe you were still there.

“Listen, this kinda doesn’t concern you so can you give us a sec?”

Armin sighed as you put down the pencil in disbelief.

“No, I can’t give you a sec. I’m waiting for you to leave so we can resume a work that kinda doesn’t concern you”

With his eyebrow muscle contracting involuntarily in a twitch, Eren suddenly slammed his backpack onto the table, pulled out two thick textbooks, a notebook, one pencil, and stared at you with a challenging look in his sage gaze.

“It does now. I need help with this assignment”

Armin rolled his eyes as you pursed your lips, incredulous at such nerve.

“D’you think this is some sort of game?”

“Nah, a game would require you to remove that stick up your ass”

“Eren!”, Armin elbowed him in the arm, cheeks burning from an embarrassment that shouldn’t have been his.

So, in both your mind and conversations with friends, he became asshole, drunk on self-confidence, narcissistic Eren Yeager. Someone should’ve told him that being hot doesn’t give you a free card to also be a cocky fucker, so you simply won’t allow to whatever magic he works on everyone else to affect you as well. Even if his smile is warm as he jokingly throws a crumpled up piece of paper to his little sister, even if that dishevelled bun gives him a laid back look you can’t help but feel drawn to because it’s real, void of his usual, arrogant nonchalance.

“I’m kinda hungry” Gabi says after a while.

Eren glances at the clock hanging over the counter.

“Well, dad’s conference’s gonna last at least two more hours. Whatcha feel like eating? Grilled cheese?”

Her nose scrunches up in a disgusted but cute grimace.

“I’d like real food”

“Didn’t know bread and cheese were considered abstract food”

You can’t help but chuckle at the exchange and, as they both direct their gazes at you, an idea pops in your head.

“I could make noodles?”

Gabi perks up noticeably.

“Sure, we should have some instant noodles somewhere”, Eren gets up and walks towards the stove to start checking in drawers and cupboards. You get up as well, gently pushing him aside to grab a cutting board and carefully select what you need from the spices and sauces shelf: curry, cumin, white pepper, soy sauce. He looks at you, appalled, which makes you laugh again.

“I mean, I can make them from scratch if you don’t mind me messin' up your kitchen a bit. It’s healthier” you suggest with a shrug.

“Yes please!” Gabi cheers as her brother rolls his eyes at the enthusiasm. How on fuck did you manage to make her warm up to you that much in such a short time?

“I feel like you don’t get paid enough for this” he mumbles, to which you scoff.

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s nothing. Gabi, why don’t you keep working in the living room? I’ll have to set the table” you turn around to glance at her and she gets up right away, diligently collecting everything she needs in her little arms. Eren waits until she’s out of the room to lean on the counter, arms crossed as he follows your every movement around the kitchen.

“Can you stop staring?” you ask, focused on emptying a generous amount of sesame oil in a non-stick frying pan.

“Why, do I make you nervous?”

“If you’re asking whether your presence is bothersome, the answer’s yes”

An amused smile tugs at his lips as he watches you cut a red onion into thin wedges and then add them to the pan while softly humming.

“Didn’t know we’re from the same town” Eren finds it only slightly annoying that you’re being such a sealed box to him. He’s seen the warmth you have so effortlessly unleashed on his sister and can now find it less astonishing, the fact that his best friend likes spending time with you.

You snort as you keep cutting other ingredients: mangetout, some baby park choi, three spring onions, baby corn. You’re good at it, even if you’re so fast his eyes can’t help but nervously flicker from your face to your fingers, tense at the idea that you migth cut off one of your digits. In his kitchen.

“Can you even remember my name?” the question is dripping with sarcasm but your hands are forced to come to a halt when he mutters it without hesitation. He finds pleasure in proving you wrong, in witnessing the way your shoulders had slightly jumped up in surprise. And you feel brain stuck on how his lips must’ve wrapped around your name, making it sound so much better than what you’re used to. It’s just a name and he’s just a guy, what kinda freaky black magic is he working?

“My sister likes you” as much as it’s fun to tease, he finds he enjoys seeing you at ease, relaxed enough to spend an entire afternoon giggling with a twelve year old and actually enjoying it. It works, because you instantly offer a gentle smile as you crush a large garlic clove with the pressure of your palm on the knife you’ve been using.

“I like her, too. It’s scary how clever she is”

“Runs in the family”

To his surpise, you can’t help but let out an airy laugh. It’s authentic, definitely not coated with snark, and he likes it. How many more times could he make you laugh like that again, he wonders?

“Can you pass me some udon noodles?” you ask after a few minutes of comfortable silence. By now everything you’re frying in that pan looks and smells delicious, the curry powder and soy sauce have given all ingredients a golden brown appearence that makes his stomach rumble. As you add some previously heated water to the pan, you can hear Eren opening drawer after drawer, until the distinct sound of plastic being ripped open makes you think he’s found what he’s looking for. You don’t have the time to turn around and reach out to grab the pack of noodles from his hand because he’s already right behind you, so close his chest actually presses to your back for a second as he reaches over to pour the noodles in the pan himself, his other hand casually gripping the counter inches away from your hip. The proximity is unexpected, shocking and pleasantly warm, so you swallow and clench the handle of the wooden spoon you’re using to stir the ingredients.

“Set the table, please” the strangled way words come out makes it sound as if you’re begging, which would usually entertain him but for some reason he can’t bring himself to find it funny, the way you’re luring him in. In fact, the whole situation is so far from being funny, he has to force his body to move away from yours and towards the cabinet where his mom keeps the plates, because what would become of him if you sensed he was on the verge of getting fucking hard from the domesticity of it all? For someone he’s never even actually talked to, no less. What kinda fucked up witchcraft were you practicing? And what on earth did you even use to wash your hair?

It’s soft, the way you call Gabi once the food is ready and it’s playful, the way you urge her to turn around and go wash her hands first, as she dramatically sighs but complies nevertheless. Against all odds where odds = vegetables, she ends up devouring two servings of what, he has to admit, is the best yaki udon he’s ever had. You’re barely picking at your small portion, too busy making sure Gabi eats all she wants.

By the end of a dinner mostly spent coming up with more story options for Holly Berry and giving patient answers to the hundreds questions Gabi has directed your way (Eren now knows your favorite color is turquoise, your younger brother’s name, what you’re going to give Christa as a christmas gift, when your birthday is, which exam took you the longest to study for) he has to insist both of you leave the dishes to him and go finish Holly’s story. You protest—it’s his house and you’re being paid to work—but he simply motions Gabi to drag you away and she surely complies, her small hand closing around yours to not so gently guide you out of the kitchen.

It’s hard not to marvel at the Yeagers’ living room, fire crackling in the wreath covered white marble fireplace beneath the 80+ inch tv mounted to the wall. In the corner stands a second christmas tree (they have one by the kitchen door as well), twice as high, glistening with golden and silver decorations, red ribbons sitting on alternated branches. The big, sectional sofa is covered in what’s probably soft leather and curled up on it is a snoozing tabby cat. Gabi drags you to the right side of the gigantic room, where a bigger, more elegant table stands in front of a gorgeous library with egg-crate shelves filled with books, finely framed family pictures, candles and white Chinese vases decorated with blue patterns made of dragons, clouds, tree branches filled with tiny flowers.

Of course Gabi has made a mess of the table but you smile as you sit, closer this time, letting her fill you up with the latest details she’s come up with for the now almost ten pages long story. She asks you to produce a few more sketches as she focuses on writing the big conclusion and you abide, the snow globe you have both created sitting in your periphereal view right next to your left arm.

“Are you gonna come over again?” she asks without looking up from the snow covered village she’s coloring in.

“If I’m needed and you don’t mind, sure” you smile, not looking at her either.

“What will we do if I don’t have any other schoolwork?”

“We could bake, start a puzzle, come up with another story to fill one of my killer notebooks in. Whatever you’d like”

This time she does look up to meet your gaze and you’re surprised to see the blush blossoming on her cheeks.

“Next time I could show you my room” she suggests while twisting an orange colored pencil in her hand.

“I’d love that” you smile again and she relaxes on the chair, acknowledging your reply with a slight nod.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re done. The story is complete (Holly eventually turns back into a human but decides not to leave the village he grew up in, to protect his friends and make sure his family of snowmen never melts) and the drawings are a wonderful addition to a heartwarming tale you’re sure her teacher is going to appreciate. You get up and help her tidy up the mess scattered across the table. As paper sheets are neatly piled, glitter pens are reunited with their caps as colored pencils with their box and the table is cleared of colorful shavings, Eren returns from the kitchen with hands buried in the pockets of his pajama bottoms and a fond smile tugging at his lips.

“So? How does Holly’s story end?” he asks, not once looking away from you.

“You’ll have to read it to find out” is the playful reply he gets and Eren crosses his heart that he will, in fact, read Holly Berry’s story. It’s only fair.

“I have to go now” you smile down at Gabi “I’ve had so much fun today, thank you for trusting me with your project”

She opens her mouth in a disappointed expression, hand reaching up to grab your sleeve and lightly pull.

“But we still have to watch that lame movie of yours!” she protests, outraged.

“Hey, I have already asked you to respect Balto” you jokingly reproach her “we’ll watch it next time, promise”

“Please, I want to watch it tonight! I won’t call it lame again!”

“Gabi, it’s really late—”

“Can I bribe you with hot cocoa?” Eren’s voice is softer than expected, which causes you to look at him, startled. Why isn’t he beaming at the idea of you finally leaving?

“With marshmallows” Gabi adds, tugging at your sleeve once again.

“Unless you’re so sick of my little sister you’re anxious to leave as soon as you can”

Low fucking blow.

“So long as I don’t miss the last bus home” you sigh, having barely the time to spare his smirk a glare before Gabi drags you all the way to the couch and promptly runs to the kitchen to get your backpack right after you fall on the soft fabric, waking the cat up. It’s not diffident as you might expect and after carefully sniffing the two fingers you politely offer as a personal introduction, it simply hops on your lap to curl up once again. A soft but demanding meow seems to ask for head scratches and, obviously, there’s nothing left to do but to comply.

“Are you plannin’ on winnin’ over every single Yeager family member?”

You don’t look at him, a weak attempt of playing your uneasiness off as indifference. But if there’s one thing you can’t guess about Eren Yeager, is that he’s in no rush, ever. Contrary to popular belief, he likes taking his time.

He’s not sure what it is about you, a stranger who’s barged in unannounced (well, to him, anyway) only to so effortlessly light up each room they’ve walked into. Someone capable of earning Gabi’s affection in such a short amount of time is bound to intrigue him at the very least, it’s normal, nothing unusual there. Right?

So what could be bothering him so much, he wonders while stirring cocoa powder, sugar, milk and salt in a saucepan. You haven’t been hostile, well, you’ve tried, but you were just unable to keep the facade up. You’ve laughed and smiled and joked and he feels this weird sting in the back of his throat just thinking about how nice of a person you must be on the daily, probably as good as the scent you carry around, and Eren has never wanted something as much as he now wants the book Christa is about to get as a christmas gift.

His hands are certainly big enough to comfortably balance tre mugs to bring to the couch with no risk of spilling but you’re so quick to turn around and reach over to get one, a soft I got it muttered with urgency as you pass the mug to Gabi and extend your hand to grab yours next. It’s probably for the best that his younger sister sits between the two of you and it makes him smile how invested she already is in a movie she didn’t even want to watch in the first place. The smile is still there when you both turn to look at him and laugh, Gabi pointing to his lips as he rolls his eyes and licks them clean of any whipped cream remains.

Gabi’s commentary slowly decreases in frequency and after ten minutes of silence, right as Balto and the sled team finally make it back to Nome, you feel a sudden, light weight on your shoulder. As you carefully take the empty mug out of her hands and place it on the coffee table, next to yours, you whisper an almost inaudible Eren.

“Should’ve guessed” the remark is gentle and there’s fondness in his gaze as he gets up to slowly pick his sister up, her arms finding their way around his neck as he balances her against his shoulder with a small hop.

“Be right back”  he whispers and you hum, briefly allowing your gaze to follow him as he exits the room, headed to the stairs. You get up as well, collect the emptied mugs and take them to the kitchen. Even if it’s late, so late you’ll probably have to find a cab and spend a fortune to reach your house, the least you can do is wash them and put them away. It’s been a long day but you’re not tired, quite the opposite actually. For whatever reason, you feel so on edge all you know is it’s time to leave that weird house, filled with a weird warmth that barely allows you to catch your breath, and get back to the comfort of your bed with its ice blue duvet and soft pillows.

“You’re missing the movie” the weird warmth carrier himself speaks, arms crossed, leaning into the door frame of the room as you dry your hands on your jeans.

“It’s for the best, I always cry at the end” you let out a faint chuckle and he mirrors it with a smile. He’s changed clothes and is now wearing a pair of washed out jeans and a v-neck shirt that has your gaze inevitably flicker to part of his inner forearm tattoo, one you can’t completely see because of how he’s standing. Does he also have one on his collarbone or are you seeing things?

“Before or after Rosy stops by the memorial in Central Park to thank Balto?”

“You’ve watched it! ” it’s hard to suppress the surprised smile immediately stretching your lips, the excitement in your voice. Damn it.

“And cried” he shrugs and you scoff as you walk past him to get your jacket from the coat rack by the front door.

“I’ll believe it when I see it” you put it on and pull the zipper, feeling some sort of discomfort on your back as you reach to grab your scarf too.

He’s in front of you in the blink of an eye, his hands casually slipping past and under the collar of your puffer jacket, fingers warm against your skin, nails only slightly grazing your neck as he fiddles around to pull out the hood of your sweatshirt. His fingers linger by your now feverish skin a few more seconds, definitely more than they should for someone who merely wanted to be of assistance.

Eren’s literally on the verge of asking you to stay. It doesn’t make sense, it’s ridiculous and lowkey pathetic, but he’s oh so bothered by the idea of losing whatever sudden, fragile wire you had managed to tie in the course of one afternoon. He wonders if you feel it, the way he’s so eerily drawn to you. And it’s not just because he hasn’t been laid in weeks (lost a bet to Connie and is now forced to keep it in his pants for a month), it’s not because he likes a challenge nor because he knows he’s been an asshole. You just feel so authentic. Unexpected.

As you let out a quivering breath, green eyes silently asking yours something you absolutely cannot pinpoint, the front door unlocks and your neck is left cold once again.

Eren’s parents come inside, his mom is a little taken aback at first but then puts the pieces together and begins to profusely apologize for both not having warned you that her son was back early and the fact that it’s so late you’ve probably already missed the last bus home.

“Please don’t worry about it, I had the best time with Gabi” you smile shyly, palms raised in an attempt to quell the string of embarrassed apologies threatening to submerge you. Carla looks at her son for some sort of reassurance, brows still distressingly furrowed.

Eren hums from behind you.

“Can’t remember the last time she had so much fun. She’s already asleep”

They both smile and Grisha gives you a soft nod while taking off his coat.

“Thank you. We know she’s not the easiest to deal with”

“Took her ten minutes to win her over” Eren speaks again, he feels closer this time but you don’t dare turn around. Carla puts both her hands on your shoulders and squeezes lightly.

“Please accept an extra for the trouble”

“There’s been no trouble Mrs. Yeager, I promise” you attempt a reassuring smile and she sighs, turning to look at her husband with a troubled look in her big eyes.

“Let us call you a cab at least” phone is already in his hand as he gently pushes back the thin framed glasses on his nose.

“No need dad, I’ll drop her off”

This time you do turn around, mouth open on the verge of objection, but he’s already put a jacket on and has your backpack in his hand.

“Good idea. Take my car” Grisha takes the keys out of the pocket of his now hung coat and casually throws them at his son.

“You really don’t need to” you do your best to sound polite but Eren can see the daggers you’re shooting him and simply smirks, eyes rolling by default.

“Always so polemic” he mutters under his breath as his dad opens the front door once again and there’s really nothing left to do but to sigh into your scarf, repeat ten more times or so that you had a wonderful time with Gabi and you’d be happy to be back whenever they’d need you to and awkwardly return the hug Carla decides to abruptly give you on your way out.

You climb onto the passenger seat of the black mercedes-benz waiting by the end of the driveway and you exhale with relief as your butt comes in contact with the heated leather of the seat.

“I meant it, y’know. I live half an hour away” you mutter while fiddling to fasten your seatbelt. Eren glances at the rear window as he skillfully turns the steering wheel, one hand closing on the gear knob to move the lever gently.

“D’you always protest against everything?” the question is friendly as he releases the clutch pedal and presses on the accelerator. The engine purrs pleasantly underneath you.

“If needed” you shrug, determined to focus on the houses and gardens you’re driving by at a sustained speed. It’s dark enough for you can spot glistening trees by windows and sparkly christmas decorations in yards. You briefly wonder if your dad’s feeling better, good enough to have had a few spoons of the soup you’ve left him.

“You forgot the movie at mine” Eren says, with studied casualness. It’s the perfect excuse to ask you to come over again, or to bring it back himself. Hell, he will hand it to you in the middle of any class if he has to.

“Let it be my christmas gift to Gabi. She never got to see how it ends”

His hand tightens around the steering wheel.

“How’re you so good with kids?”

Finally, you turn to peer at him, head pressed against the warm leather seat. It’s kinda annoying, how he’s wearing a jacket, because you still can’t find out what his tattoo looks like. However, you do take notice of how pretty his nose is, of the shape of his jawline and of how the intermittent, orangy light of street lamps shines on the darkness of his hair, eyebrows, eyelashes. And who even has cheekbones like that?

When his gaze flickers to you with a soft yet amused, questioning hum, you remember he’d asked you a question.

“I used to take care of my brother when dad was at work” you clear your throat, directing your attention to the road in front of you once again “and I like spending time with ‘em. It’s a nice break from adulthood”

He hums again but this time you don’t dare look at him.

“So you’re good with kids, school, great at drawing and cooking. Is there something you’re bad at?”

“So many things” you softly chuckle “besides, you’re good with kids and at drawing too”

“How d’you know? That I’m good with kids”

“Gabi told me you’re the best brother in the world. But you haven’t heard it from me”

“Not really a secret, I already knew that” he sounds cocky but you can guess from his tone that he's smiling. All day long he’s looked at his sister with a fondness impossible to conceal, the kind that stems from pure, raw affection. The kind that soothed you, because how to not be happy before the evidence of Gabi having an older brother that loves her so much? It reminded you of how you used to be with your brother, the way he’d scoff and tell your dad never to leave him with you all day again, only to slide onto the mattress beside you in the middle of the night.

“I wish I still had a little brother to take care of” you find yourself mumbling.

Eren glances at you, to his annoyance you’re still facing the other way.

“How old is he?”

“Old enough to smoke in his room but still dumb enough to think I can’t smell it” you snort and he laughs a genuine laugh. The car stops at a red light, even though the streets are empty. It’s good to know that he drives responsibly, or maybe it’s just because it’s his dad’s car, who knows.

“I’ll have to teach him my ways, he’ll never get caught again” he’s half joking but you pull a face, rolling your eyes.

“You would” it’s inevitable, turning your head to look at him again. It’s also a big ass mistake, because who in hell looks that attractive underneath a basic, red traffic light?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” his pitch is amused but the way he’s staring at you almost, almost makes you wince. Okay so, eyes? Dangerous. Note taken. You focus on the bridge of his nose instead.

“You seem like the type of person to do that. Get away with things”

Eren Yeager isn’t one to get insecure. In fact, he doesn’t even remember the last time he has felt uncertainty, or self-doubt. And now he ever so slightly shuffles in his seat, suddenly self-conscious and preoccupied with what you think of him. Not concerned with the superficial thoughts you might have about his cocky attitude or vanity, he’s worried about what you might think of him as a person. How bad does your opinion actually get?

“And you don’t like that” he states, with studied but careful measure. You frown.

“Well, duh. You just volunteered to cover for my brother”

He lets out a puff of air from his nose, both relieved and annoyed at your humor. Guess he’ll have to add deflecting to the list of things you’re good at.

“What did you get him for christmas?” he asks as his eyes are on the road again, the traffic light turning green. Safe from his piercing gaze, you don’t look away yet.

“The new pokemon legends game so he can say I’m the best sister in the world and forget about it ten minutes later” Eren’s smile mirrors yours by default as his grip on the steering wheel relaxes.

“What’s Gabi going to get?”

“A portable speaker, so she can blast Taylor Swift for the whole neighborhood to hear”

“Excellent music taste” you grin and he rolls his eyes with fake exhaustion.

The rest of the trip is comfortably quiet and so peaceful you struggle to keep your eyes open. When the car stops right before your house and you reach across the backseat to grab your backpack, there’s a weird gloom churning in the pit of your stomach. You clear your throat as you unlock the door, one leg already out of the vehicle.

“Thank you” your tone is soft as you glance at him one last time. Eren nods, hands now awkwardly resting on his knees.

You step out of the car and close the door as delicately as possible.

Things being back home for the holidays usually means:

a)indulging in your dad’s creamy homemade hot cocoa, b) having at least one christmas movie night with Historia, c) hugging your brother until he pinches your hip because he can’t breathe from how tight you're squeezing him, d) cooking and eating and napping on repeat

Things being back home for the holidays doesn’t usually mean:

a) forgetting your favorite sweater at your dorm like a dumbass, b) finding out your dad fell prey of food poisoning, c) acknowledging that your favorite blanket is nowhere to be found, d) having Eren Yeager call you by your name right after you step out of his car, only to peer at you with staggering eyes and ask

“What are you doing on new year’s eve?”

part 2

call it what you want

part 2 of dazzling haze, mysterious way

(eren x female reader) college au, enemies to lovers

wc: 8k+ lmao

warnings: cursing, alcohol, suggestive

Sure, you've babysitted his little sister for one afternoon, but Eren doesn't expect you to actually show up at the nye party he's impulsively invited you to. Not one thing about that night he was able to predict

“Didn’t you say this was going to be a low-profile thing?”

Connie snorts, taking a step back to admire the order of the bottles placed on the kitchen counter for a second, only to disrupt it and rearrange them completely.

“You always force me to lie” is his casual reply. Armin sighs, irritated.

“I just wanted to keep it chill for once. And, ideally, not wake up in a puddle of your vomit”

Jean chuckles at that and lands a not so gentle pat on his friend’s back.

“Cheer up, ‘Min. I’ll take care of that for once”

“And who’ll take care of you?”

“Our lover boy, of course” Jean sneaks behind one of his best friends, who’s sitting on the counter right next to the bottles, feet dangling nervously and phone in his hand.

“The fuck—” Eren gasps when two hands painfully squeeze his shoulders and not so gently shake him twice.

“Are you gonna tell us? ‘Cause if you keep staring at that screen, you’re gonna burn a hole in it”

“There’s nothing to tell, get off me” he slaps Jean’s hands away with a glare that only makes his friend laugh harder.

“Can’t remember the last time you had a crush” Connie grins, finally satisfied with the order of the bottles and ready to engage in the next activity that requires his undivided attention: annoying the shit outta Eren.

“I don’t have a crush”

“So you just wanna fuck her?”

“I’m sorry, when did I give you the impression that this was any of your business?”

Jean hums solemnly. “He’s getting defensive. Definitely a crush”

“Y’know, I heard Mikasa may come tonight” Armin casually takes another sip from the cup of tea he’s holding in his hands. Jean’s reaction is immediate, eyes like saucers as he runs to him and what, how do you know, where did you hear roll off his tongue in rapid succession. Eren shoots Armin a grateful look and seizes the opportunity to get off the counter and out of the kitchen. The guest bathroom is the only place where no one, not even Connie and his narrowed gaze will follow, and he needs a second to collect his thoughts.

He remembers the day Connie’s mom had ordered the pink microfiber toiled lid cover he now sits on, because he was there that afternoon and she had specifically asked for his opinion about it. As he unlocks his phone and taps on the cracked screen to open his instagram directs again, teeth mercilessly dig into his lower lip when he reads the same thing he’s been reading over and over again under the only message he has sent you.

Seen 18h ago.

To be absolutely fair, you never promised anything and he had barely mustered the courage to do something as trivial as following you on social media the day after christmas. It took you eight hours to follow him back but still, you did. He liked the story showcasing your brother unwrapping his gift but you didn’t like his story back, the one displaying Gabi carrying around her brand new speaker while blasting love story by Taylor Swift at full volume around the living room.

He shouldn’t expect a reply, after all. His message merely consists of Connie’s address followed by a just in case you change your mind. Still, as Eren leans back and rests his head against the cold, marble tiles, he can’t help but close his eyes and replay the stupid scene in his head once more. How your name had slipped past his lips for the second time that day, the casual question and the puzzled look on your face. Your I’ll stay home with my family, I don’t love parties. The pathetic disappointment crawling all the way up to his stomach as he mumbled a fair enough. Goodnight, then.

“This is fucking ridiculous” he mutters to himself, lightly bumping his head on the tiles behind him. So what if you don’t reply, if you don’t come? You don’t even like him, don’t even bother hiding the fact that you find him unpleasant to be around. He remembers how tense you were in his car, the way you could barely bring yourself to look at him, always facing the other way, a look so flat as you grumbled you seem like the type of person to do that, get away with things.

Eren conveniently erases everything else from his memory. Your smile, the jokes, an airy laugh, you’re good with kids and at drawing too, hardly held back giggles as he handed back his finished drawing, how your hands looked while slicing up ingredients and you seemed to belong in his kitchen, on his couch, at his table. The way he had shortly wondered how it would feel to lift you up on the same marble counter you were working on, jeans pulled all the way down to your ankles, legs looped over his shoulders as he crouched down, never breaking eye contact, fingers tangling in his hair tugging tugging tugging against the strands hard enough to make him groan-

“Okay, no” he grumbles, shutting his eyes again. The issue here is clearly coming from his groin, Connie and his bet be damned. It’s not that there’s anything special about you or wrong with him for caring so much about a stupid text, it’s just plain, ordinary sexual frustration. You’re a stuck-up tutor girl who accidentally happens to also be oddly attractive and nice to kids, s’all. It’s not like he doesn’t have any other options.

Eren unlocks his phone again, this time tapping on Wildcats, his basketball team group chat. A few seniors are part of the team as well, which always comes in handy when throwing parties.

(Eren, 3:56 pm) who’s coming tonight? Connie’s, 9pm

(Erwin, 3:57 pm) hard pass, I can only have him throw up on me so many times

(Niccolo, 3:58 pm) lmao

(Niccolo, 3:58 pm) I feel brave, I’ll come and bring food

(Bert, 3:58 pm) Reiner has to pick annie up so we might be late

(Eren, 3:59 pm) just be here before everyone’s too wasted to open the door

(Marco, 3:59 pm) @Eren can jean give me a ride?

(Eren, 4:01 pm) he will if you lie and tell him mikasa is coming with you

(Colt, 4:02 pm) holy shit, he’s still on that?

(Floch, 4:04 pm) sorry guys, already made plans

(Porco, 4:04 pm) I’ll be there just fucking stop spamming this chat

(Niccolo, 4:04 pm) @Floch you finally getting laid?

(Eren, 4:05 pm) be useful for once in your life and bring pieck @Porco

(Porco, 4:06 pm) eat shit yeager, stop sticking it in my sister

(Eren, 4:06 pm) she didn’t mind last time I checked

(Niccolo, 4:07 pm) king shit

(Porco, 4:07 pm) @Eren you’re repulsive

(Eren, 4:07 pm) don’t be late buddy

Eren smirks as he gets up and slips his phone, promptly put on silent, in the back pocket of his black jeans. He feels better, definitely closer to getting his shit together, your features slowly blurring out in the corners of his mind. As if.

“Are you taking a shit in there, man? I swear if you’re sending nudes from my goddamn bathroom—” Connie’s brutal knocks make him jump and he’s quick to open the door only to be met with a killer glare.

“Can’t even jerk off in peace” Eren mutters, theatrically wiping one of his hands on his jeans as he passes his horrified friend by.

As he gets back in the kitchen and hops on the counter, he’s finally more present and actually updates his friends on the new guests he had just invited, much to Armin’s annoyance. They’ll spend the afternoon playing call of duty, filling out bowls with snacks and then they’ll order enough pizza for an army as soon as the first guests start showing up.

Armin suspiciously eyes his best friend as he throws his head back in laughter at Connie’s expression when Jean voices his predictions on how many people will get drunk enough to jump naked in the jacuzzi sitting outside in the garden. Something has shifted and it’s too early for him to tell if it’s for better or for worse, still, he hopes it’s not one of those times when Eren screws everything up for himself without even realizing it.

Armin’s the only person who knows about you and the afternoon spent at his house, the fact that he had invited you to the party and has been nervously waiting for a response for an entire day. By now he’s known Eren for enough years to sense that nothing good would come from the sudden spike in energy he’s witnessing. Especially because all at once he seems too focused on Connie and Jean jokingly wrestling by the sink to notice how the screen of his phone, now sitting on the counter right next to his thigh, lights up.

You shuffle nervously in the backseat for the nth time and there’s no need to peer at the designated driver to guess that she’s rolling her eyes once more.

“You okay?” Christa turns to look at you from the passenger seat, worried frown barely twisting her delicate features.

“She’s fine” Ymir mutters under her breath, making your eyebrow twitch.

“I’ve been better” you grumble between gritted teeth and she huffs out a laugh.

“Better? As in wearing sweatpants and watching it’s a wonderful life with your dad while choking down jumbo blueberry pop tarts better?”

“Remind me why we’re even going to this stupid party?” you conveniently ignore the mean words directed your way and keep doing what you do best: pout and complain until Ymir is so exhausted she has to drop the mean act and actually feel bad for what she’s putting you through.

“Because we had no other plans, one of our new year’s resolutions was to try new things and you look hot in that dress”

You narrow your eyes as Mikasa, sitting next to you, chuckles.

“Do not lie to my face, you’re just happy you get to drink for free”

She shrugs and you groan.

“Maybe we’re gonna have fun” Mikasa timidly suggests and you direct a skeptical look her way.

“I’m just happy I get to spend the night with my best friends” she adds, gently nudging you with her shoulder.

“Oh don’t mind her, she’s just annoyed Eren Yeager turns her on” Ymir’s comment earns her the lightest slap on her leg from her girlfriend.

“I think I just barfed in my mouth a bit” your nose scrunches up in fake disgust.

Liar, Mikasa mouths and your knee bumps aganinst hers. Shut up, you mouth back.

When you had first told them the Eren Yeager had invited you to a party, their eyes had nearly popped out of their heads. You had to go through the entire day spent at his house, patiently explain that nothing had nor could’ve happened, carefully leave out any reference to the warmth of his chest pressing on your back whilst making dinner or the goosebumps you got from the feeling of his fingers under the collar of your jacket.

He’s hot and you’re a woman, no need to make a fuss about it. You’re allowed to admit how attractive he is, even if you can’t stand him. Even if you couldn’t believe he had actually followed you on instagram, the notification popping on your screen nearly giving you a heart attack. He has over 8k followers, barely any pictures (most recent one is from six months ago, depicts who you can only guess is one of his friends from behind, sitting on the hood of a car and wearing a black hoodie with a white writing that says get off my dick), but shares stories regularly and reposts stupid videos downloaded from tiktok.

Your friends had forced you to get out of your white sweatpants, wear the damn black sequin dress jacket and actually get out of your comfort zone for once. You’re not going for him, you’re going for yourself. You want to indulge in some fun, do something different, let go for once. It’s not going to be that bad, right? It doesn’t mean anything, that he’s invited you to the party. It doesn’t mean anything, that you’re going. Besides, Armin is probably going to be there, a prospect that soothes you.

As you get out of the car ever so carefully (it’s been a minute since you’ve last worn 6 inch heels), you watch as your friends to the same, Mikasa and Christa holding the paper bags with the wine bottles you have brought as a gift. Ymir pulls out her key fob from the pocket of her coat and the familiar chirp of her car’s locking mechanism echoes in a night that would be quiet if it weren’t for the loud, banging music coming from the villa at the end of the driveway.

Ymir casually throws an arm around your shoulders and lightly squeezes you against her for a second.

“If you feel uncomfortable at any moment tell me and I’ll kick ass” she whispers in your ear, managing to make you smile. They all look so nice. Mikasa with her black jumpsuit, Christa with her navy lace dress, Ymir absolutely rocking that burgundy flare pant suit.

It’s gonna be alright, you decide, as you all walk up to Connie’s front door and gingerly ring the doorbell. The door swings open in a second, making you slightly wince, and you recognize one of Eren’s friends right away.

“Hi, Jean” Mikasa smiles and the tips of his ears become pink.

Right, you remember, they know each other. They were assigned to the same group project last semester and they had hit it off, something you really don’t understand because every time you’ve seen Jean around campus he’s always been quite loud, obnoxiously jumping on Eren’s back or lying on the grass with one hand behind his head, eyes closed with Armin unsuccessfully trying to wake him up by slamming a notebook on his forehead. But when Mikasa is around he becomes quiet, almost shy, attentive with words and gestures. She finds it adorable and you do too: must be nice having someone who turns into the best version of themselves just for you.

“Mikasa! I’m so happy you made it! I mean— that you all made it” his gaze flickers to you for a second, then he steps aside, allowing you to get in.

Christa has to turn her head to hide her smile as he offers to take off Mikasa’s coat and is then forced to collect everyone else’s as well. Arms full, Jean leads the way to the living room, where everyone is, and indicates the kitchen with a struggled motion of a hand.

“Help yourselves to anything, I’ll be right back!” he smiles to Mikasa one last time before quickly leaving the room, headed upstairs.

You nervously look around, relieved as you take note that almost no one has noticed your arrival. However, Connie Springer, the host himself, comes out of the kitchen and instantly opens his arms in a welcoming gesture as he approaches your little group.

“Girls, hello! What can I get ya?” his smile is wide and genuine so you can’t help but mirror it.

“Thanks for inviting us. We brought these” Christa gently offers the paper bag in her hand and Mikasa does the same. Connie promptly accepts them with a small bow.

“Ah, you didn’t need to. I’m sure we’ve seen each other around campus but it’s nice to officially meet y’all, I’m Connie!” his grin is so infectious even Ymir cracks a small smile. As introductions are made, she asks if mixology is allowed and his eyes glow with genuine excitement as he asks her to follow him to the kitchen. She looks at Christa to silently ask if she’d be alright and she squeezes her hand twice with a smile and a small nod.

“Ohmygosh, hi!” you stumble as you suddenly find yourself wrapped in an tight embrace, with a high pitched voice ringing in your ears. You pull back just enough to be met with a pair of big, familiar and currently quite clouded eyes.

“Sasha!” you smile and hug her back, as an attempt to both reciprocate her affection and keep her steady on her feet.

“I didn’t know you knew these maniacs! M’so happy you’re here!” she kisses you on the cheeks and you giggle, catiously untangling yourself from her arms as Mikasa’s hands ghost over her shoulders, just in case.

“Girls, this is Sasha, we have the same major. Hey, are you okay? Do you need some wat—” Sasha literally throws herself over to your friends, hugging them both at the same time and chanting about how delighted she is to meet such beautiful women on such a fine night. You’re still laughing when your gaze casually meets a familiar one that has your insides twisting. There’s a girl sitting on the couch next to him, so close her thigh is basically flush against his, and some guy with blond hair is talking to him. But Eren Yeager is looking at you, eyes boring into yours as he slowly gets up and leaves the beer bottle he was holding on the coffee table. The dark haired girl looks displeased by her leg being left suddenly cold.

It’s embarrassing, really, how fast your heart is beating as he makes his way through his other friends to approach you, sage eyes never leaving yours, as if he can’t quite believe you’re actually standing there. You can’t quite believe it yourself, to be honest.

“You came” the blunt, almost breathed out observation serves as a greeting and you give him a coy smile, one that, paired with the outfit you’re wearing, is almost enough to shatter all the progress he feels like he’s made throughout the afternoon.

“My friends insisted and I thought it might be fun after all” your shoulders shrug out of a weird, awkward rigidity.

“So, polemic and skeptical” he can’t help but crack a smile.

It’s infuriating, really, how good he looks in just a pair of black jeans, a white shirt and some consumed dr martens. His hair is left down for a change and you feel the sudden urge to tuck the strands framing his face behind his ears.

“Can I get you anything?” Eren clears his throat and you blink as you realize you’ve been staring, letting the silence stretch way past a reasonable interval. Damn it.

“Uh, sure. Yeah. A beer?” he has to fight back another smile at your quizzical tone.

“You got it”

But the opportunity to get you a drink is taken from him as a heavy hand lands on his back, the blond guy with an undercut from before materializing next to him and offering you his hand.

“Hey, I don’t believe we met. I’m Porco” he smiles as his grey eyes light up. Uncertain, you smile back and introduce yourself, squeezing his hand. He turns to Eren, who is glaring at him in a way that makes you think he’s trying to burn a whole in his forehead.

“You can’t keep all the pretty ones to yourself, man. My sister’s waiting for you, remember?” Porco grins and squeezes his shoulder one last time before looking back at you. “We’re missing some players for beer pong. You girls wanna join in?”

“Yes!”, Sasha hollers and you turn around to find her squeezed between your friends, who are doing their best to keep her from collapsing on the floor.

“You’ve played enough, Sash” Christa chuckles at her pout. She offers to sit with her and cheer for your team in case you want to play and a newfound confidence warms your chest as you turn back to look at Porco. He’s good looking, seems nice and you’re there to have fun. To experiment. He doesn’t look like a bad place to start experimenting from and, most importantly, no one’s sister’s waiting for him.

“Me and Mikasa will play. Get yourself a good team” you smile and the pleased laugh he lets out heats up your cheeks. Eren, who hasn’t looked away from you once, wishes he still had that beer bottle tucked between his fingers to hold onto.

Letting go is fun, you decide.

You, Mikasa, Jean and Annie, some girl you had hit it off with right away, ended up winning against Porco’s beer pong team and they were all forced to pass around a cup filled with scotch whisky (singleton of dufftown, 54 year old, single malt) to honor the bet you had previously agreed to.

Throughout the entire night, both you and your friends have easily warmed up to the other guests. Ymir’s drinks became an instant success and she is happy to sit down and discuss different mixology methods with Annie, Connie and Jean, although you suspect the latter is just joining the conversation because he gets to sit next to Mikasa. Sasha’s had some water and a slice of pizza, so by now she’s feeling good enough to excitedly guide Christa and some guy named Niccolo through the best things she got to eat over the holidays and the topic she’s thinking of centering her senior thesis presentation around. You’ve been mostly standing in the kitchen, because it’s fairly quieter than the dining room, comfortably leaning against the wooden table to chat with Armin, Porco and some nice guy named Marco.

You’ve had two beers so far, not enough to get you drunk but a decent help nonetheless. You’re relaxed enough to have a friendly, far from awkward conversation with guys you have barely just met, laid back enough not to remove one of their arms from around your waist as you ask Armin about the new students he’s offered to tutor for the new semester, unbothered enough not to replay the scene of Eren Yeager sitting in a corner of the dining room lazily making out with couch girl in your head. It’s perfectly normal, it’s what he does. And it doesn’t faze you, the fact that he hasn’t talked to you all night. He’s invited you to a party only to ignore your very presence at said party. Normal. What he does. Again, not fazing you.

When Marco and Porco excuse themselves to take a short smoke break, the latter gently squeezing your hip before leaving the room, Armin clears his throat in a way he hopes sounds natural enough.

“So” he casually swings his cup filled with jungle juice, the orangy liquid dangerously swooshing around the red plastic “you babysit, huh?”

Oh no.

“Not often” is your cautious reply.

His blue eyes bore into yours. “I heard you’re great”

You hum, pensive, leaning against the table a little more. “I try. Most of the time s'just an excuse to watch disney movies”

He slightly pushes his lower lip forward, giving his cup another swing. “Heard you’re also good at cooking”

With a sigh, you surrender. “Armin, just get to the p—”

“I think he likes you”

Trying your best not to choke on your own spit, you blankly stare at him waiting for a hah, you totally fell for that. But it never comes. Armin just keeps staring back at you.

“You’re drunk” you state matter-of-factly, to which he finally cracks a smile.

“This is my first drink of the evening”

“I see. You’re just insane, then”

“Is it really so hard to believe?”

You frown. “What? That your friend, currently sitting in the other room with someone else’s tongue shoved down his throat, likes me? M'gonna have to say yes”

Armin scoffs. “You’re too smart to let his dumb act fool you”

Your ears start ringing as a result of your body heating up at an alarming speed, increased blood flow and everything. There’s really no point in arguing with him because you can feel your insides twisting once more. Desperate times call for desperate measures so you grab a clearly used cup from the table behind you and down its content, some amber-colored liquid that pleasantly burns your throat and explodes like fireworks in your chest. It’s Armin’s turn to frown at the fact that, clearly, you are letting Eren’s dumb act fool you. But if you are, it means there’s a chance you’re not as indifferent as you want him to believe. Which, finally, gives Armin something to work with.

“Listen…” he almost whispers, one hand gently grazing your arm, but Connie suddenly bursts into the kitchen, whining (more like slurring) about you missing all the fun as he grabs you both by the wrist and quite literally drags you out of the room. Armin decides to empty his cup in one go instead of risking to spill the drink on his light blue shirt and the way his nose wrinkles in distaste makes you giggle.

Someone has dimmed the lights to the point where you can barely see your feet as you stumble behind your abductor and now the beat blasting from the speakers connected to god knows whose laptop makes it impossible to hear anything else. All furniture has been pushed to the sides of the room, which now looks like a temporary but not least frenzied dancefloor.

“Connie, I don’t—” you attempt to free yourself but he only drags you more energetically towards the mass of bodies clashed together and yet still managing to take up the whole space in what's a definitely not narrow room. Your alarmed gaze meets Armin’s resigned one but you soon lose sight of him as someone else grabs you by the arm and pulls you right in so violently your bodies collide and you almost tumble on the floor.

“Sasha!” you groan in a faint attempt to escape her grabby hands, but she just shakes her head and yells an excited dance with me! right to your ear, making you wince.

Soon, however, your brain is saturated enough with the sweet liquor you’ve downed in the kitchen for your body to move on its own accord. Maybe tomorrow you’ll remember why you never mix when drinking, and possibly curse Ymir for sharing a video of you clumsily jumping around with Sasha and Connie on her instagram stories, but right now, this very moment, feels glorious.

You’re unaware of your surroundings and so deliciously ignited by a newfound boldness, there’s really no time to think or wonder or notice one of the very few people who aren’t dancing, leaning against the door frame and unable to cast his eyes away from your figure, discernible to him even amidst the throng of bodies taking up the makeshift dancefloor. It’s a fun sight, really, you arm in arm with two of his closest friends, Connie suddenly breaking free to gracelessly twirl both you and Sasha at the same time. She ends up colliding with Armin’s back and grabs him by the hand, yelling something right to his ear as she forces him to keep up with her moves, absolutely oblivious to the grumpiness sharpening Niccolo’s features. You’re having a good time, it seems, and it’s amusing how you jump around on those hellish heels when one of the most iconic (according to whoever lacks basic music taste, he believes) pop hits of the early 2000s comes up. The beat is so deafening Eren can’t hear himself think, which is a good thing, especially after the extra ten minutes he’s spent in the garden freezing his ass off following the annoying-to-a-whole-new-degree conversation he’s had with one of his teammates, who had casually offered him a cigarette after bumping into him on his way out with Marco.

So smart. Yeah.

She can keep up. He knows.

Holy shit. And she gets to be beautiful too. Accurate.

It’s fun, getting to look at you as you accidentally bump into Reiner and start apologizing at the top of your lungs, a loud, unbroken string of oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you okay, oh my god, I’m really sorry, that have him and Bert look at each other and erupt in laughter. It’s fun, until it’s not. Porco is laughing too as he gently grabs you by the waist to balance you on your feet and against his chest, a position you seem to appreciate as you welcome his touch and lean on him, your head lazily resting on his shoulder. You’re both out of step and he must point that out in your ear because you giggle and shrug, your hands covering his only to guide his arms further around you.

Eren isn’t really a drinker. He doesn’t like how alcohol tastes, never needs liquid courage, merely indulges in a beer or two at parties or celebrations. But holy fuck, if he isn’t on the verge of downing as many drinks as needed to get absolutely shit faced.

“You okay?” someone shouts so close to his ear he almost feels his brain rattle.

“What?” Eren shouts back, glad to have an excuse to finally look away from the dancefloor. Colt repeats the question with an even higher pitch.

“I’m great!”

His friend rolls his eyes and places a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Don’t take it personally!”

Eren frowns and follows his gaze, only just locating Pieck in the middle of the dancing crowd, smile fondly mirroring Marco’s. He almost throws his head back in laughter but is able to hold back, placing a hand on Colt’s shoulder in turn instead.

“All good!” and his friend smiles at that, giving him a thumbs up as he takes a sip from the cup he’s holding.

But, honestly, all is very fucking far from being good. Because Eren is left staring at you once again as the song changes and a lo-fi house mix starts blaring from Connie’s speakers which are, incomprehensibly, still not detonating. You’re nothing more than a silhouette in a light so dim he can’t quite discern your features anymore and still his jaw clenches as you turn around and wrap your arms around his friend’s neck. Eren exhales through his nose because how could this be happening? How is Porco the one getting to feel the back of your thighs, to take a handful of your ass in his hands? How are you pressing your body flush against him as he leans forward just enough not to leave any more distance between you two, the sight of your lips on his sufficient to make Eren's stomach churn?

“Be right back” he doesn’t even look at Colt to make sure he’s heard the deafening yell that bubbles from his throat as he turns his back to the mess he’s witnessing and makes his way upstairs, away from the pounding beat that’s making his head throb.

Two seconds after Colt is left alone by the door frame, you take a cautious step back, hands sliding down to Porco’s biceps to balance yourself.

“I need a second!”, you shout, to which he frowns, so you repeat yourself leaning a little more into his ear and there’s really no time to check if he’s heard you because two palms flatten against your back and lightly shove you out of the mob and towards the couch pushed to the side of the room. You clumsily land on it, heels be damned, and Mikasa almost trips on you in an attempt to sit down more gracefully. For what you’re able to see in the semi darkness, her cheeks are flushed and some strands of raven hair are sticking to her forehead.

“What’s wrong?” your first instict is to be alarmed as you grab her by the arm and offer your ear for her to shout into. Has Jean been grabby? Is she uncomfortable? Why are her brows so furrowed?

“What are you doing?” she asks, voice oozing disapproval as you blink in confusion.

“I was dancing?” you ask back, to which Mikasa rolls her eyes. The exasperated sigh she breathes out loud, clear, intimidating despite the banging music. She leans over to shout something back in your ear as a response but you only manage to catch a bunch of disconnected words instead of a rational sentence. Tongue, wrong, mouth.

“My tongue is wrong?” you cup her ear with your hand in an attempt to make sure she, as opposed to you, understands what you’re saying. Mikasa is annoyed but still, she indulges in a giggle.

“Your tongue was in the wrong mouth!”

“Why isn’t yours somewhere else right now?” you pull back slightly in hopes she can see your narrowed eyes. Mikasa lightly slaps your arm, a blush creeping up all the way up to her cheeks.

“Don’t deflect!”

Your throat is sore from screaming so you simply roll your eyes and pull out your phone, frantically typing in an empty text box and then proceeding to hold the screen in front of your friend’s face, the sudden light making her eyes squint.

He’s hot and he likes me, when will that ever happen again?

Mikasa snatches the phone from your hand and types back.

It’s already happened. Go find him.

Your gaze flickers from the screen to her, disbelief embedded in your features. Why is everyone convinced something as unthinkable as Eren Yeager being suddenly interested in you is real? Why are you getting shit for making out with a guy when he’s been making out with someone else all night?

You’re so fed up and tired of having to explain yourself and worn out from the tension clenching your limbs. As you take the phone from Mikasa’s hands one last time, you refuse to look at her.

I’m gonna go find a bathroom.

The room is slightly undulating as you get up and it takes a second to make sure you’re steady enough on your feet to walk away. Mikasa calls your name but you dismiss her concern by gesturing vaguely with one hand, not even bothering to turn around.

Throughout the years, movies and shows and books have taught you that bathrooms are upstairs at the end of the hallway, usually on the left, so that’s where you decide you’re headed to.

You stumble on the stairs, a hand is kept on the handrail for good measure as you grumble to yourself that maybe a pit stop in the kitchen to get some water would’ve been a smart move. Heels annoyingly click on the linoleum flooring as you arrive at your predefined destination. You abruptly let yourself in a random room by pushing a barely closed door open and squint your eyes for a second, not expecting the light to be on. Eren looks up from the bed covered with coats and jackets he’s sitting on. The beat of silence stretches for a moment too long: he doesn’t cast his eyes away and you awkwardly stand with one foot in the room, the other still by the door.

“Everything okay?” you hear yourself ask.

“You alright?” he inquires in synch.

He chuckles, you smile. Bathroom be damned: freshening up can wait a few minutes, you decide as you step in.

“No, don’t—” Eren suddenly raises his voice with an urgent pitch that makes you wince as you shut the door behind you, brows furrowed in confusion “close it” he sighs, hand coming in contact with his forehead with a loud smack.

Huh?

“D’you suffer from claustrophobia?” it’s incredible, really, that you’re able to spell out such a big word at the moment.

“Handle’s broken” he groans.

Oh.

You give it a hesitant try and sure enough it sinks easily under your grip, the door remaining locked. Great.

“Can you call someone?”

“Phone died. Can you?”

You promptly unlock your phone and select Mikasa’s name to tap on in your most recent calls list. Nothing. You try both Ymir and Christa next but who knows where they left their phones, it’s almost midnight and you doubt anyone’s stopped dancing to check their messages yet.

“Someone will come looking for us eventually” you shrug and walk over to what you can only guess is Connie’s bed, only to sit on the cream colored carpet on the ground, back pressed against the bed. Your shoulder is close enough to long legs wrapped in dark jeans and you have to resist the urge to lean into one of them as you stretch your own towards the wall, too tipsy too care about how exposed your legs actually are.

“What’re you doing here anyway? Everyone’s dancing” you hope you sound casual enough.

“I fled to avoid killing whoever is in charge of that playlist” his tone is playful, something that, for some reason, fills your chest with relief.

“So you’re a music snob” you glance up at him “who would’ve guessed”

“It’s called having taste”

Your snort comes out as a badly concealed laugh and he shortly turns his head to look at the wall on his right, to hide his own smile. He can tell it’s going to be a short-lived resistance but he isn’t willing to cave in to your warmth so easily. It’s immature, the annoyance churning in the pit of his stomach: he doesn’t own nor he has claimed you but he can’t bear the thought of Porco’s hands on you, the way you had melted into his touch, how your fingers must’ve tangled in his hair—

“Eren, d’you want to fuck me?”

He freezes, breath hitching in his throat. The first thing he registers, is how freakishly good you can make his name sound. The second, is the way your lips must’ve wrapped around the words fuck me. Certainly good enough to make his cock twitch in his briefs.

“What?” his voice comes out uncharacteristically choked and you look up at him through thick lashes, gaze so innocent he has to inhale deeply through his nose.

“S’that what you want? Why you’ve been so nice to me?”

It’s a pin-drop feeling the disappointment that suddenly washes over him like a tidal wave, sharp and powerful in its density. It’s like his stomach is crumpling up like a piece of paper, abdomen so squeezed he feels on the verge of throwing up right then and there.

“Can you elaborate?” he politely asks, as if one of his hands isn’t clenching the sleeve of a random leather jacket from the pile of outerwear scattered on the bed he’s sitting on. You shrug.

“Everyone’s been implying weird stuff ‘bout you liking me and I thought yeah, he’s been unusually nice but he probably just wants to fuck, s’all”

Is that what alcohol does? Turn you into this inhibited, brutally straightforward person?

Your words sting. Not because they’re true but because they could’ve so easily been true and Eren knows that all too well. He’d lie if he said he didn’t enjoy having a reputation, getting stopped by other students willing to compliment him on a particularly good game, having girls casually stop by his table at the campus cafeteria, receiving smiles and salacious proposals and having notes slipped underneath his door when they know he’d be in his dorm.

Eren dates but doesn’t actually do relationships. Being casual about flings means he gets to have more options and keeping things relaxed, temporary even, means he both doesn’t have to give in to actual intimacy and handle someone else’s depth. But that’s the thing: he doesn’t engage with any of that if he’s not absolutely certain the other person is willing to stay on the same, exact page. Not that he’s always been this considerate, by any means, but he’s learned his lesson and now strives not to be too bad of a person.

Has he fantasized about having his head buried between your thighs? Has he wondered how you’d look underneath him, if you’d ever want to be there in the first place? Yes. Does he like the idea of you thinking he’s spent an entire afternoon sketching candy cane forests and gingerbread houses, washing the dishes cause he could guess your tiredness, making hot cocoa to make you stay a little longer, inviting you to the stupid party, all just because he wanted to get in your pants?

No, he hates the idea. Fuck the idea, actually.

“If you believe I can only be nice to someone if I want to fuck ‘em, you’re not so different from what you think I am” he mutters bitterly, words cutting through the air like a knife slicing through softened butter.

Truth is, he’s being unfair and he knows it. Deep down he just didn’t believe you’d be the type of girl to be able to let go, enjoy a party, make out with some random guy and let him touch you in front of everyone. He didn’t think you’d be easy to charm but, hell, he at least hoped he’d be the only one attempting to.

“Well, you’ve only ever been an ass to me” your reply is just as bitter.

Has he? Well, it’s possible.

“You’re not a walk in the park yourself”

“Excuse me?”

He huffs.

“It’s practically impossible to approach you. And you’re judgmental, all the time”

You prop your elbow on the bed to gain some leverage as you turn your body towards him, mouth indignantly open to let out a string of protests.

“Don’t even get me started on the polemic tone” he rolls his eyes and you have to fight the urge to clench your fingers around the duvet.

“Okay, first of all, you just lack basic human courtesy” you intentionally ignore the being judgmental accusation because, much to your annoyance, it’s legit. Each time you’d get a glimpse of him or his friends around campus you’d only be able to think about how insufferable, obnoxious, annoying they were. A single night with them and you’ve already found out how sweet Jean can actually be, how friendly and genuine Connie is, how no one has made you feel uncomfortable or unwelcome even though you’re a stranger to all of them. Each of them went out of their way to make sure no one felt left out and that’s something you never would’ve guessed about some of the most popular people who usually roam around your school shouting loud, inappropriate jokes and randomly start piggyback ride challenges across campus.

“S'that all you got?” his chuckle is, for a change, infuriating. You want to slap his stupid knee. “You didn’t seem to mind my courtesy degree back at mine”

Yes, because you were actually surprisingly nice to be around.

Eren’s eyes are on you in a second while you struggle to come up with an effective comeback.

“Was I, now?” a smirk stretches his lips and you’re horrified to find out you’ve actually voiced your thoughts out loud.

“Let’s not talk” you cross your arms ovef your chest and lean with your back against the bed once more, face heating up so quickly you’re not sure hiding it it’s of any use.

“Or we could let this pointless hostility go”

“I’m not hostile, just reasonably annoyed”

“So we should just sit in silence?”

You’re certainly obstinate enough to let your non-reply speak volumes and it takes a whole lot of resistance not to snap at his chuckle.

And so minutes pass, the only sound punctuating the quiet being the muffled beat coming from downstairs, bass still managing to rattle your very bones. You could pull out your phone again, check social media to kill time, play a game of sudoku, but you don’t. Instead, you just keep staring at the wall, hyperaware of yet another not-entirely-unpleasant proximity.

It’s so fucking annoying, the effect he has on you. There’s something wicked about him, some sort of mysterious way that pulls you in, closer than what you’d like, words making blood rush to your head only to be turning you into a godforsaken, flustered mess the second after. You feel in this sort of haze whenever he’s with you, but it’s not a dark, smoky one: it’s ignited, blinding, dazzling. Like an obscuration of better judgment and rationality that feels just too threacherous to give in to and yet so appealing.

“I’m sorry” it’s soft, sudden and almost a whisper that causes you to glance up at him once more “I can be annoying but I’m not a bad guy, y’know”

You’re startled by his change of tone and feel the sudden, unwanted urge to get up and sit next to him. Threacherous indeed.

“It’s fine” and it really is, for fuck’s sake “I don’t think you’re a bad guy”

Your mind is slowly starting to gain back its clarity and you realize that you’ve actually, non ironically asked Eren Yeager if he’s only treating you like a human being because he’d like to have sex with you. Christ, someone can’t come open the door and let you out fast enough.

“Just an ass?” he asks and you’re relieved to recognize the playfulness embedded in his tone once again.

“Just an ass” you confirm, forcing yourself not to add a lenient sometimes at the end.

Eren sighs but you can tell you’re past the unsettling tension just experienced. As he slides down to sit on the carpet, awfully close to you once more, you’re left thinking about two distinct things: how freakishly long his legs are compared to yours and the fact that holy shit Eren Yeager has just actually apologized to you.

“Are you not enjoying the party?” the question comes out naturally as you carefully avoid his gaze, one ankle crossed over the other.

“What makes you think that?”

“You sitting in a room on your own right before midnight?”

With the corner of your eye you’re able to catch his shrug.

“As I said, bad playlist. Terrible headache”

“You left her alone”

“Who?”

“Your girlfriend”

A pause.

“Why’re you not looking at me?”

Reluctantly, you do. And there’s nearly not enough alcohol left buzzing through your veins to bear that gaze.

“She’s not my girlfriend” he spells out the words attentively, taking his time. Which makes the moment weird, uncomfortable, borderline intimate. God.

“Okay” you mutter back, uncertain. It’s pathetic, honestly, how thin your voice comes out.

He seems on the verge of saying something but that’s when you hear it: someone’s calling your name from the hallway. Is it Armin? No, his pitch is not that deep.

As he gets closer, you recognize him. It’s Porco. Of course he’s nice enough to come looking for you while your best friends are apparently too goddamn busy to give a shit.

Eren hasn’t cast his eyes away from your face, now so intently turned to anxiously look at the door handle being lowered multiple times to no avail. Porco is knocking, your name becoming a question as he waits for a reply that never comes. Why you keep sitting there in silence is something you can’t quite understand but it just happens. You don’t call back, you don’t frantically ask him to get Connie and the key to let you out. So, eventually, the handle stops moving and Porco’s voice fades once more. And Eren doesn’t ask why you haven’t moved, apparently more uncomfortable than relieved at the idea of the door being pushed open. He doesn’t, because he feels the same. And he’s done trying to give the feeling a name. Who cares?

“What if I do?” he mutters, certainly patient enough to wait for your gaze to meet his.

“What if you do what?” you dare look up from your lap at last, you dare let his challenging eyes bore right back into yours.

“Like you” the casualness with which he bares the very words that cut through the sudden, sweltering heat of the room, is jarring. Eren assesses the incredulous look taking over your features but doesn’t make fun of it. He wants you to take him seriously, just this once at least.

The music downstairs is suddenly turned down and you swear you can hear the echo of your pounding heartbeat, which is odd, because one would think the high-pitched buzzing in your ears would be enough to cover any other sound.

“You don’t know me” and he can’t fucking help it, the smile that rises to his lips. Because it’s not a protest, it’s not repulsion. It’s just doubt. And he can handle doubt.

“I’d like to start” you can barely register that his leg is flush against yours and so warm as he gets a little closer “if you’ll let me” and that right there is probably your favorite version of him: cautious, attentive, charming.

A deafening countdown begins a floor down as he waits, patient. You get closer, pulled in by the familiarity of his scent and sure enough you’re back in the blinding, gleaming haze he carries with him. Eren gets closer too, noses grazing and lips ghosting over each other as one of his warm, solid hands chastely closes around your knee, a gesture so simple and yet still capable of making you shiver. His breath is warm on your lips as he exhales gently, praying you can’t catch the desperation embedded in it.

Loud cheers erupt from a distance that seems infinite.

“Okay” you whisper.

Distant Alpha Eren!

Distant Alpha Eren! Who really doesn't give a shit about you and only got married/mated to you just to keep his family happy that he is keeping the blood line going.

Distant Alpha Eren! who didn't even mark you because he doesn't want to be tied down to an omega and be a family man.

Distant Alpha Eren! Who only had children with you to keep his mom happy and pack members proud.

Distant Alpha Eren! Who wasn't even there for the birth of his son(or daughter).

Distant Alpha Eren! Who is rumored to be cheating on you.

Distant Alpha Eren! who swears he doesn't care about you but gets really possessive when other alphas look at you.

Distant Alpha Eren! Who gets anxiously sick because you've fell into an omega-depression.

Distant Alpha Eren! Who finally tries to bond with his child just to realize his child doesn't know who he really is.

Distant Alpha Eren who miss you.

Sorry for the inactivity, I've got extreme writers block and busy! I know I keep delaying some of my stories but I just got promoted at work and I'm hoping this gives me the push I need to focus on writing! I'm trying to get my mental health and physical health back in shape! But so far since I've moved out of my abusive house, I've been more happier and less depressed! I don't feel that flight or fight anymore!

I appreciate y'alls patience.

Thank you.

Do you write for Aot

Yes ofc I do I write for about anything really :D

Nswf and swf hc with poly Jean Kristen and eren yeager with male reader

Poly Jean and eren with a male S/O head cannons

Omg I’m sorry this took so long but I still hope you like it ;D

Female aligned dni 18+ only blog, NSFW content below

When you first met Jean you were hanging out with eren and then it all started. It all started as rivals but then they began to realize that they liked each other too so they decided to share you.

The three of you like to lay in bed together on your free time, you also like to have small dates when you three have free time off from the corp.

Eren and jean get very jealous and possessive when you give your attention to anyone else.

Eren and Jean love to wake up and see you in their clothes in the morning time.

NSFW

Eren and jean are both doms but eren is a degrading dom while jean will worship and please your body as much as you like.

You guys first time was very slow and intimate eren was fucking you while jean was kissing and leaving bite marks on your chest neck and thighs while praising you over and over again.

Eren fucking your through while Jean fucks you from behind with a firm grip on your hips and murmuring how good you are over snd over again while eren calls you a whore and degrades the shit out of you while his dick Is in your mouth.

Jean who stocks your dick while you cock worm him and eren playing with your nipples with his hands while giving sloppy kisses to you and Jean.

MASTERLIST

Currently I only write for these fandoms

Attack on Titan

Eren Yeager

Armin Arlert

Levi Ackerman

Jean Kirstein

Reiner Braun

Mikasa Ackerman

Annie Leonhart

Hange Zoe

Haikyuu

Karasuno

Aoba Johsai

Nekoma

Inarizaki

Shiratorizawa

Fokurodani

Others

Headcanons

Jujutsu Kaisen

Gojo Satoru

Megumi Fushiguro

Inumaki Toge

Ryomen Sukuna

Nobara Kugisaki

Maki Zenin

Deathnote

Light Yagami

L Lawliet

Misa Amane

Tokyo Revengers

Shuji Hanma

eren is the embodiment of “sassy man apocalypse”

oh absolutely!

@venusflytrapstar mentioned something about how eren listens to ice spice and i 100%%%%% believe that shit

sassy eren would definitely not know how to act, especially when his hair reaches the touch of his shoulders. he got a lil man bun and now he think he top shit.

“bae. it look like a i got bundles in or nah? be honest.”

you, confused as you braid your own hair would be baffled by his sudden and random question. “nigga what?!”

“connie says i look like i’n wearing your bundles and i need a haircut!”

you’d give him a blank look and cross your arms.

“connie not the one pulling on that shit between his legs now is he?”

“you onto sum.” eren stares into thin air before disappearing.

he’d come back one more time and harass you again tho

“you think you can do my edges real quick?”

“eren, stay away from my edge control!”

truly think that boy would actually wear acrylics if it didn’t get in the way of his rolling LOL

he’d also send you silly shit like him posing in a dressing room with a question on a potentional outfit to buy.

“i look good in this? yes or no ma?”

“first of all, why are you posing like that?”

“i thought it was cute.”

eren’s anthem is LITERALLY not even “feelin you” by ice spice ITS BIKINI BOTTOM

like that boy sing “how could i lose if im already chose??? likeee” like he’s a bad bitch or sum

definitely vibes out to the #1 bad bitch anthem “tomorrow 2” with you

y’all know the epic scream in the middle of the song on tik tok ? yeah that’s actually eren (real) 😭

as you’d twerk he’d pretend to throw bands on you like the supportive boyfriend he is i know das rightttt

eren would so text you “bffr” if you were to say something that even came close to absurd

calls you “girl” unironically whenever he has tea to tell you (and really its just his friends business) AND HE DOESNT EVEN REALIZE IT SOMETIMES

“girl lemme tell you what the fuck armin just told me!”

“eren why the fuck you calling me girl like we sister wives?

“you won’t be saying that when i tell you who armin fucked last night.”

“oh my gosh wait, tell me!”

whenever you’d get mad at him, you’d shut him up with “ok” and he’d MIRROR you and cross his arms with an “ok”

and when you’d stare at him he’d be like “what is it?”

“you telling me ‘okay’ instead of crying snot bubbles, getting on your knees and begging me for forgiveness??? ion like dat…you a lil too sassy for me, mr. jaeger.”

island gourlll🤍🥥🌴

𝐺𝑌𝐴𝐿 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐴 𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝒀 # !

𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠⤷ there is like zero Caribbean representation in fics so you know ya girl has try to fix that shit. Caribbean girls on top🕺🏽 so it’s not right that we ain’t got shit. please reblog and lmk if y’all like this.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠⤷ 𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑. 𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

since the night you and eren met at a party you’ve basically been inseparable since. you two have been together for a while now and it’s safe to say you guys are the IT couple.

lmfaoo at first when your friends would catch you simping they’d be like “what happens to gazah forever” and start laughing. But they mean well it’s all jokes they like seeing you and eren so happy with each other.

a few people thought it wouldn’t last that long, thinking he wouldn’t be able to handle you. BUT BABYY were there wrong ! you two have a good balance in your relationship, your energies align so well.

there’s no getting between you two. “my man tie me, I’m on him badd”

you were a little nervous at fist to let him meet your family, you know they can be a little judgmental sometimes but you weren’t too worried. Everything went really good when he met the fam. Your male relatives were a bit over protective but you can’t blame them too much, you’ll always be their baby.

At the family events he eats his weight in food lmfaoo. He’s a big fan of rotis, jerk chicken with white rice, green bananas and salt fish, as well as chutney. It melted your heart to see him enjoying traditional foods.

this man lives to see you dance, from the first grind he got at that party, he’s been hooked since. He’s actually got really good rhythm. So he’s great at any party, whether it’s holding onto your waist slow dancing with you singing the lyrics “ gyal, mi wan’ if hold yuh put me arms right around yuh” in his ear.

this one time you brought him to a family gathering and he danced western with the older ladies of the family, your grandma love him sm, he even calls her ma or mum.

this man can really turn tf up. like REALLY turn TF up. for example when you two are at a Bacchanal all his composure flies out the widow. But he never lets other girls try to dance with him and you do the same when it comes to other men.

lemme tell youuu, there’s a video of you two dirty dancing to vybez kartel at the fette. that shit was wildd like giving him mad fast wine and him positioning you with his hands on your lower back watching your movements

He loves when you make him breakfast, his favorite thing that you make him is fried bakes and cocoa tea. It’s like his comfort food at this point.

he loves hearing all the folklore stories, they’re so fascinating to him. he was low-key kinda scared when you told him you’d send a dupply after him as a joke.

He likes trying Caribbean snacks, he likes half frozen chubby and icelollies.

A DOMINOS FIEND !! your uncles and him were playing together and that shit was heateddd. He smacks the dominos hard asll lmfao. Your uncles lowkey started respecting him more after he won a few games.

He lovesss playing football in the rain with your cousins. your grandma puts oil in the middle of the head to make sure he doesn’t get sick.

LATE NIGHT DRIVES ARE A VIBEE. The two of you have this long ass playlist that you guys bump while driving in the middle of the night with the roof down.

Play from 0:45 before reading next slide

it’s the middle of the night and the two of you are speeding through the mostly empty streets with cold Heineken’s screaming the lyrics to the songs in you guy’s playlists. “ LONGING FOR MY BABY TO LOVE ME MOREE, WHAT AM I LONGING FOR? BABYLON RELEASE THE CURE” !

he sings you all of the old school love songs

he loves and appreciates you so freaking much, you’re the best thing in his life, and he lets everyone know it. you two are such a good couple.

© 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐠𝗼𝐝. 𝐂𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝗼𝐫𝗺𝐬.

omg can you influencer y/n x musician Eren where they do a vlog like day in the life cause I just love those little drabbles you do when Eren and y/n spend time together cause their literally so cute 🥹🥹

ahhh!! yes!! 🥹🥹 they would be so adorable. (Y/N) would have a tiktok full of all the most adorable videos, showing off her outfits, doing hauls and different challenges but the one thing you get requested for is a ‘day in the life’ with you and your husband. He’s not much for having a camera in his face all day but for his baby? He’ll go along with it!

(Y/N) starts the day out in a big t-shirt, panties and a bonnet, just like a lot of women; “borrowed” from Eren. You begin by cooking breakfast for the two of you and he always comes in to give you a kiss on the cheek.

after the two of you eat, you’ll work out together sometimes, for like an hour or so in your home gym. He likes to show off so he lets you sit on his back as he does push-ups.

you get ready for your day, doing your makeup and hair. Yes, he comes and helps you lay your lace down or blending your eyeshadow because it’s fun.

Eren doesn’t really know what an off day is so you had to take him out and show him a good time.

You guys always have the CUTEST coordinating fits; you in some pretty little two piece with heels and him in the newest Dunks with a hoodie and joggers. And you guys take a few pictures of him towering over you in the shot.

most of the time, Eren will drive while you sit pretty as his little passenger princess. He never lets anyone else control his music but for you, he does and the two of you have the best time, singing and dancing in the seat.

the first thing that you guys do together is a little shopping. Walking hand in hand down the Design District or Bayside..picking up some new shoes or another piece of jewelry to add to your collections. Even grabbing a drink that you flash in front of the camera. (He so gets all flustered that you showed the world that his favorite is the Pink Drink) Sometimes, you’ll get stopped by fans asking for photos but it’s still a good time.

you then talk him into going to one of the most illustrious, upscale spas in the city for a little R&R. Eren thinks it’s a bit girly but his mind changes when they get him on the massage table with hot rocks on his back or in a robe while getting his feet rubbed.

“Y’all, look how happy he is. Getting spoiled and shit.” flashing the camera in his face to see him smiling.

(Y/N) shows off your nail sets. His perfectly manicured fingers with rings and tattoos and your pale pink coffin tips.

then it’s off to grab lunch at one of your favorite spots, and the two of you enjoy some very good food before taking off to go find something else to do.

There are all types of activities happening around the city. And although you guys enjoy the finer things in life sometimes, you want to have fun on your day off!

“So there’s this golf course and arcade in South Beach that has everything. They have go cart racing, mini golf, batting cages and yes, I be whooping his ass every time. Don’t let him tell y’all any different.”

you show him shooting baskets in the arcade and he isn’t missing a single one. Showing off for his baby and determined to win you that giant teddy bear they had hanging above the counter.

“Told you, I could go pro, baby. Don’t play with me.” making you giggle from behind the camera.

You’ll then head home for a little while, just spending some alone time with one another, whether you’re taking a swim, a much needed nap or playing around with your pet pit bull puppy, Chino (who he calls his son and he’s had long before you guys got together).

once it gets a little later, you guys get ready for round two of your night on the town with reservations at the most prestigious eatery in town. Indulging in hundred dollar steaks and pasta dinners while being all dressed up. Snapping another photo of the beautiful outfits you have on.

after dinner, you might enjoy a little wine tasting, a walk through an open art gallery or a late night stroll on the boardwalk. Even sharing a kiss under the stars near the sparkling ocean.

You guys then finish out the night doing some skincare and getting ready for bed. Closing out a practically perfect day with your honey. And seeing him happy was all the more worth it.

that’s cute, but that was a reminder to stay on birth control 😓

overwhelemed, eren jaeger

you let out a frustrated sigh as the cool air spread goosebumps across your wet skin. you watched the mess crowding your feet as you tiredly tied a knot in the towel wrapped around your body.

your four year old looked up at you with a bright grin, sprinkles and other sweet treats spilled across the floor carelessly. caramel syrup had been sprayed along the walls, chcoolate drizzle smushed into the seats of your grey sofa; your living room and kitchen was practically the sugar factory; thanks to your daughter.

words tried to find their way to your throat, but you couldn’t process anything at the moment. you were stuck. the only emotions that flowed your veins were sadness, anger, and frustration.

your four year old, emiko was babbling incoherent words as she continued to rub god knows what into her freshly washed clothes. you felt pathetic to know that at least she hadn’t touched the stove or anything dangerous.

five minutes. five minutes you were in the shower, attempting at a quick wash and go before your little trouble maker woke up from her much needed nap. you baby proofed nearly everything in the house and it still amazed you at the fact that emiko was able to reach all of it.

tears brimmed your eyes as you continued looking at the mess. words couldn’t even explain how you were feeling. your body was practically nearly dry as you contemplated what to do. you didn’t even want to clean up the mess; you were so tired.

you and eren had decided to try gentle parenting when it came to raising emiko. your family never done it, eren’s parents died at a young age, so if there was one thing you two were gonna do right when it came to ur little girl; it was be patient with her.

but now your patience was definitely wearing thin. it amazed you how much emiko took after eren. you were never a child that misbehaved; but eren was. every thing he had to have his sticky little fingers on, and it seemed he passed that down to your child. you almost hated him for it.

with tremored hands, you run them through your curls, trying to figure out what to do. “emiko,” you speak calmly.

“yes mommy?” your child looks up at you with her father’s eyes. they were so hard to get mad at. but you tried to remember the absolute mess that your home was in at the moment, and you instantly erased any regret for what you were about to do.

“why did you do this?”

emiko shrugs. “i was bored,” her little hands raise in the air for a shrug. “i wanted some chocolate, mama.”

“and i told you you wouldn’t get any chocolate until you ate dinner, emiko,” you tried to explain. “why didn’t you listen to me?”

“but i wanted—“

you finally lost it. “look at what you did!” your hands flail to the mess. “emiko, you could have hurt yourself! i went to take a shower for five minutes and instead of sitting and watching tv after a nap like a good girl, you messed up the place!” angry tears streamed down your face. you had classwork to do; you were exhausted, mentally, physically and psychologically.

no one talked about the effects that having a child so young had on parents. you were battling being a full time mom, student, and good partner. eren took care of you so well that you didn’t need a job; but you did want a future career. i mean, you were supposed to be in college anyways. but sometimes being able to stay home wasn’t enough. you were overwhelmed.

and instead of dropping out of high school when you found out you were pregnant with emiko, you continued on with your education and made the best of it. but constantly coddling an energetic toddler who couldn’t help but do kid things while trying to do your challenging coursework as eren worked was hard on you.

emiko’s lips tremble. “mommy i—“

“emiko,” you sighed, holding your tongue. “just go to your room. now. go get ready for bed, please,” your voice came out as a hoarse whisper. tears streamed fown emiko’s brown face as she ran to her room.

with a sigh, you take a seat on the dirty sofa, too tired to even care about dirtying your towel. you were tired of having to explain so much. eren always reminded you to be patient with emiko as he wished someone was with him, but you couldn’t handle it sometimes. you were too stressed out.

you understood that it took a while for emiko to grasp onto certain concepts, but you knew how smart your daughter was; she was far from stupid, especially at four years old.

you sat on the sofa nearly half naked with your head in your hands crying for about an hour and a half before eren finally came home. at a gaze upon the living room, his face twists in confusion. “fuck happened here?”

you were too busy sobbing to even acknowledge his presence like you usually did. it was hard, you were hard on yourself because you felt like you couldn’t do anything right. not to mention that emiko was a complete daddy’s girl, only listening to her father whenever he was home. but then again, that was her way of craving attention from her father. it had finally hit you.

it made sense that emiko acted out with you until eren finally came home. eren was usually the lenient one, but emiko just loved being in the presence of her father. she knew that the times she acted out, eren would sit and talk with her, and she’d enjoy it. she loved talking to her daddy.

you and eren thought you were doing good in parenting, but you both had a lot to work on.

“why you crying baby?” eren frowns as he walks over to your crouched stature.

“your daughter,” you sniffled. “trashed the house, messed up the walls and the furniture after i told her no chocolate before dinner. i-i went to take a shower and t-then came back to t-th—“ you couldn’t even finish speaking cuz you broke down again. how could you ever explain how you felt without coming off as an asshole or a bad mother?

“mama,” eren rubbed your bare arms, crouched over your state. he could hear the tiredness breaking into your voice. he knew that you needed a break. “it’s alright, i’ll clean it up—“

“no, eren, it’s not alright,” you fight not to snap at him. “it’s not fucking alright. you’re never home and i’m always trying so hard to be patient, but emiko doesn’t fucking listen. i let her get away with so much shit and she only listens to you because she knows you’ll give her attention that way. you’re barely ever home and she sees that,” you cry. “her acting out is the only way to get you to pay attention to her lately but it’s affecting me, it’s affecting the way i parent her—it’s all too much! she stresses me the fuck out!”

eren remains silent at your words. “am i bad mother eren?” you whispered.

your boyfriend takes offense to your words and immediately stands up. “what?” fuck no! i never ever say that shit again, y/n. deadass.”

“i can’t even work with my own daughter, eren!” you yell. “i try—i try not to yell at her because i know what yelling did for me. i try to explain things to her instead of punishing her for doing child things. but i’m so tired i just—“

eren cuts you off by cradling your shaking body in his arms. “what do you need princess? tell me what you need from me baby.”

you rest your head on his chest and cry silently. “i want you to be home more. i want emiko to see you more often so that she doesn’t need to feel the need to act out just to get your attention. i know you be tired when you come home from work but please, eren. i cannot do this by myself.”

“i know, baby,” eren mutters into your hair, rubbing your back. “i’ll talk to emiko.”

“i’m sorry,” you frown, wiping your face. “i know the house is a fucking mess, i was gonna clean, but i just— i can’t. it’s too much for me—“

“not your fault,” eren reassures you. “emiko and i will clean it up. you go and do your homework for the night, baby. i got this.” you give your man a look of adoration before pecking his lips and heading back in the shower. you needed to be alone.

when eren hears the door of the bathroom close, he lets out a deep breath and stares at the mess before him. it looks like a bunch of children started a home invasion and had a food war in your living room.

after a few seconds, he called emiko out. “emiko, baby!”

almost immediately, little feet run to the living room, and an excited emiko is ready to jump on her father but frowns when she sees an unhappy look on his face.

“yes daddy?”

“c’mere.” eren crouches down to his daughter’s level. “mommy told me what you did today. why did you do this?”

swaying with her hands behind her back, emiko doesn’t answer. “you’re not in trouble, em. daddy just wants to talk to you, yeah? you made mommy cry tonight, you know that?” emiko shakes her head in response. “words, princess.”

“no,” emily responds. “i didn’t mean to make mommy cry,” she admitted honestly.

“i know you didn’t mean to, emmy,” eren told her. “she said you weren’t listening her and still touched something that she told you, you couldn’t have. were you upset because you had to wait for the chocolate?”

“yeah,” emiko admits, looking elsewhere. eren knew his daughter. he knew that her mind was already drifting off somewhere and he needed to bring her back to attention.

“emmy, come back to me,” eren directed her. emmy’s small attention span flipped back to her father who continued his lecture. “because you poured out all the chocolate and the candy and sweets, now you don’t have any chocolate to eat. you know that, right?”

emiko looks around at her mess, finally taking in the damage she had done. tears brim the girl’s eyes as she frowns. “i know you’re upset about that baby, but the consequences of not listening to mommy is that now you don’t have any chocolate to eat for desert. you used it all.” eren explained, trying to empathize with the child.

“i’m sorry, daddy,” emiko sniffled.

“don’t apologize to me, baby. mommy is very sad right now and you wanna apologize to her to make her feel all better, right?” the young girl nodded her head. “alright, let’s clean up this mess. go get the dustpan for these sprinkles.”

emiko nodded her head and ran to the kitchen while eren grabbed some supplies to clean the walls and furniture. by the end of the night as you had gotten ready for bed, there was a small knock at your door. “come in.”

as the door opened, no one had walked in, but you looked down and saw emiko’s small figure making her way to your side of the bed. “i’m weally sorry for the mess i made mommy. and being disobedient and not listening to you.”

you give your little girl a small smile. “i understand you get mad when i tell you no to certain things, emiko, but you have to listen to me. you were gonna get the chocolate, but i just told you to wait. because now that you ate it before ang real food, your stomach is gonna hurt you all day tomorrow. you see why you should always listen to mommy?” your daughter nodded her head in response.

“i promise to always listen to you,” she nods confidently.

you smile brightly and lift her up on your lap. “alright then baby. i forgive you.”

omg, lawrd 😩

take me now, eren!!

what did he say? eren jaeger

you usually didn’t argue with your ex boyfriend in public like this. usually you’d take him to a bathroom in order to prevent your business was spreading but having dated eren jaeger—he always knew just how to pull your strings.

“bye i’m not boutta argue with no one who just had they anklet dangling up by my ear last weekend,” you hear him mutter under his breath.

your eyes widen. “what you jus’ said?”

eren’s pretty lips form a smirk. “y’heard me mama. i’m not boutta sit here and argue wit’ you when you was just filled with my cum last friday. stop it.” he knew just how to shut your brat ass up. luckily everyone around you were too busy with the party to notice.

you two were arguing for the millionth time about the real reason why you broke up. you swore eren was entertaining other girls, but he tried his hardest to convince you that it wasn’t true.

“what, cat got your tongue baby?” amusement is laced all in his tone as he watches blood rush to your dark brown cheeks. “come on, let’s go.” eren leans his hand over to grab yours but you hesitantly scoot back. with unsure eyes, you slowly place your hand in his own tattooed with the exact replica of your beautiful eye on it in a pyramid.

eren warmly wraps his hand around yours as you two walk to the nearest bathroom hand in hand. shutting the door behind him, he leans against it and gives you knowing eyes. “you ready to stop acting like a baby?”

“glad to know you think my emotions are childish,” you mutter, turning your back to him.

eren chuckles. it really was hard to take you seriously when your ass was nearly suffocating in the fabric of your skims dress and your tits were one bounce away from a nipple malfunction. man he missed having them in his mouth. you were so cute.

“nah, they not childish baby. the way you act is, though. ‘s cute,” eren chuckled. “crazy you’d think i’d fuck another bitch and have a baby on you, but aight.”

you rolled your eyes. maybe the baby part was far fetched. but the messages didn’t lie. “i saw them messages, eren.”

“and i told you. that baby’s not mine. honest,” eren’s voice remains calm as he stands on his defense. “not fuckin’ no one else but you. ask my doctor.”

you roll your eyes once more at his words, your glasses resting at the bridge of your small nose. “you are so annoying.”

with a chuckle, eren grabs your waist and pulls your backside against his chest. with a seift hand up your dress, his tattooed fingers immediately found way to the thin fabric covering your clit.

“come on, you know i’d never cheat on my pretty girl like that,” he whispered against his neck. “my smart girl, you just love playing detective, huh?”

you let out a moan once his lips touched the base of your neck. you were wearing the perfume he loved. but as he kissed along your pretty brown skin, a switch inside you flipped. “tell me you didn’t fuck her. you didn’t cheat on me with her or anyone else. tell me you didn’t and i’ll give you this pussy right now.”

eren’s finger slips behind your pussy and already begins to rub the cum staining your thighs. “you gon give me this pussy? my pussy?” he teases in a low tone. “promise baby?”

another moan escapes from your mouth as eren’s middle finger enters you. “long as you tell me the truth, i’ll let you do whatever you want baby. cum in me and everything. just please don’t lie to me.”

“you know i hate lying to you, mama,” eren mutters as he adds his ring finger. a long whine drips out of you as you rest your head back against his shoulder. “wouldn’t lie to you. not about this.”

“say it daddy,” you begin to feel your knees bucking. “tell me i’m the only one that gets to fuck you. the only one who has your heart. please tell me.”

eren’s fingers are pumping in and out of you slowly. “you’re the only one that gets to fuck me,” he breathes out. “only one that gets to love me, that gets to suck my dick off, only one who’d ever carry my kids. on my mom, i promise baby.”

you knew eren was telling the truth when he put everything on his dead mother, the same one he hardly ever spoke about.

tears stream down your face as you think about the months you spent thinking eren was unfaithful to him. al the girls trying their hardest to destroy your relationship actually won for a while. eren was always straight up about everything he did.

“you forgive me princess? daddy didn’t mean to make you cry,” eren’s free hand comes up to pull your boobs out from your dress. rubbing the soft flesh in between his hands like a stress ball, he begins to rub circles on your clit with the other.

you eagerly nod your head as you feel your orgasm approaching. and like always, eren talked you through it as he completely demolished your cunt. “gonna cum all over my fingers pretty girl? come on, you can do it, i got you. cum for me mama. good girl. good fucking girl.”